Bad Idea (Hariana)

020. BUBBLES AND BUBBLY

BLAIR

THE following days, we were back in Los Angeles. Back home. Ever since we returned home, Harry would shut up about the 'doctors orders'. He even went as far as to tape a list of them to the refrigerator.

Although he didn't mean for it to, every time I walked into the living area of his home I was reminded how horribly the Supernova Sessions had failed at the hands of my unfortunate luck.

Bubble baths became a constant of mine, only because Harry insisted that they would help me relax and decompress more. It was honestly quite nice having Harry wait on me hand and foot, but I knew it was because he felt terrible.

The promotion for my album wasn't exactly going how my team and I had planned it, and to say I was feeling disappointed would be a fucking understatement. However, Harry told me not to worry about it and that everything would work out how it was supposed to.

I still felt sick every now and then, and throwing up became a morning ritual of mine. I had gotten pretty used to it, despite how unpleasant it was for Harry and I to wake up to.

Harry continued to work on his album as well. He frequented the grand piano that sat in the middle of his living room. I often sat on his couch with a book, just admiring him and listening to him play mindlessly.

One day in particular that I remember, Harry was in only his boxers, seated at the piano stool working on a melody for a new song he called Medicine.

The window was cracked slightly open, the golden light projecting onto Harrys bare back. He was beautiful. My legs draped over the arm of the cold leather couch, hugging my skin gently.

I held a book in my hands about a topic I couldn't remember, and I hadn't even bothered to make it past the third page. Life was beautiful, though. I had everything I could ever wanted.

With Supernova releasing in a week, a beautiful boy playing the piano next to me, and all of my favorite people surrounding me, I was happy.

My peaceful state was cut short as Harrys phone began to ring. He answered the phone and stepped into our bedroom, leaving me in the living room. "Harry, where are you going?" I asked but he just ignored me. "Babe." I called out again.

I ignored him, figured it was for business. I sat there in silence for a few short moments before receiving a phone call of my own, distracting me from the thought of who Harry could be on the phone with.

"Hello?" I asked the unrecognizable number softly. "Is this Blair Klein?" A woman on the other line asked. "Yes, this is her." I cleared my throat and stood up from the couch, pacing around the piano in circles. "Hi there! This is Katie, one of the producers here at the Ellen Show," She began to say.

"I'm calling to ask if you wanted to appear on the show tomorrow as one of our guests just cancelled. Ellen was thinking maybe you could sing a song or two, play some games, and just have some fun!" Katie cooed.

"That sounds awesome," I began to respond. "Ill check with my manager but I believe I'm able to appear on the show." I answered. Katie responded with a cheerful 'great!' and continued to go over the minor details with me.

Harry still hadn't left our room, so I went in to check on him quickly after I hung up the phone. I tip toed quietly, careful to not let him hear me.

"I don't know if I can do that, man. It's not fair to her or anyone." I heard him mutter. Scared, I peeked through the crack in the door and saw Harry sitting on the bed, his head in the palm of his hands. Who's her?

Someone on the other line muttered something, then Harry replied with an angry 'goodbye' and hung up the phone. He stood up and made his way back into the living room with an angry expression, and I quietly ran back onto my spot on the couch.

I put my feet up on the coffee table, and pretended to read my book as if I wasn't just stalking him.

"Reading upside down now, are we?" His voice scared me, making me jolt and drop the book.

"I saw it on Instagram. Heard it was good for opening up a secret chamber in the brain." I raised my eyebrows, trying to prove I could read a sentence upside down.

"Oh, Instagram .." Harry rolled his eyes at me, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His shirtless body flexed naturally, showing off his tattoos spread across his upper half.

"Yes. Watch. When he was yearly thirteen .. My brother Jen got his arm badly broken on the elbow." I finished confidently.

Harry walked over to me and sat down, snatching the book from my hands. He flipped it right side up, opening to the first page. "When he was nearly 13, my brother Jen got his arm badly broken at the elbow." Harry smirked.

I rolled my eyes, leaning back into the couch and placing my legs into Harrys lap. "Oh, whatever. I was close enough."

"But almost is never enough, Blair."

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