It was about 1am. All the others were home by now and already in bed. Sleeping. Well, I think they were.
Me and Harry were sitting in his bed, laughing and chatting. It was nice seeing him happy considering how he was a couple of hours ago.
Also, I had just written a status on facebook.
Shit night actually turned out great, thanks H xx
And while me and Harry were chatting, my phone started ringing. I looked at the name, it was my mum.
"Oh, what the hell." I say, in shock.
Harry looked at me confused.
"It's my mum." I say.
"Oh. Why would she be calling at this time of night?" he asks.
I shrug, but then I realise.
"It's like 3 in the afternoon there." I say.
Harry looked super confused as I answered my phone, and putting on my 'hi mum I'm being good I promise' voice.
"Hey mum." I say.
"Hey sweetie, how are you?"
I smiled at the sound of her voice. I miss her so much.
"Good. Mum why are you calling so late?" I say followed by a laugh.
"What time is it over there?" she asks, confused.
"1:13am."
"Oh shit! I knew it was late but not that late! Sorry sweetie. But I saw you posted a status so I knew you were awake."
"It's alright, and oh yeah. ok."
"Who's H?"
Who knew she was going to ask me that?
Note the sarcasm..."A friend? And what happened? Why was your night shit?"
I groan.
"Ugh mum I love you and all but I'm tired and you are asking so many questions."
She laughs.
"Ok darling, I'll check the times and ring you sometime during the day. I love you sweetheart sleep tight."
"Love you too, miss you."
"Miss you."
And we hung up. I always felt a little sad after talking to mum, considering I haven't seen her in 3-4 months. Along with the rest of my family.
"You ok?" Harry suddenly asks.
I look up at him and he gives me a little smile, and I smile back and just nod.
"I always was wondering about you and your Australian accent." he says, followed by a chuckle.
'"Yeah. It's a pretty weird, confusing story." I say.
"I've got time. And I like weird, confusing stories."
I look at him and just shake my head and laugh.
"Well...
After Rebecca exchanged for 6 months, she knew she wanted to move back. And her family couldn't come with her. So I did. I always wanted to come overseas, especially to England aswell. But we couldn't afford an apartment to ourselves so we started rooming and sharing a place with Aubrey, and thats how we met her. But then a few months later Rebecca's mum told her she had relatives that lived here and it would be cheaper for her to move in with them, so she did. And that's why Rebecca doesn't live with us anymore. And well... yeah." I chuckled, "So that's why I am Australian. I lived in Australia all my life, so when I moved over here it was such a huge change and took me a while to adapt to it."
"Wow. That's pretty cool. But confusing." harry says, followed by a laugh.
I just laughed too. "I told you!" I said, still giggling.
"Well. I'm glad you moved here. I like your accent, it's so cute."
Fuck, I blushed.
Again.
"I like yours too. It's so... british. I love it."
Harry laughs. Well I was being honest. But it's not like I was gonna say it was hot, deep and raspy and just extremely sexy...
But lets admit it, it is!
"Why thankyou."
I just laughed.
"Maybe we should go to bed." I say.
"Yeah."
He stands up, turns his light off, turns on his aircon and kicks off his shoes and takes off his shirt. Even though it was dark, I could still see his body.
Holy damn.
Breathe Emily, breathe.
"Oh shit- sorry. I can wear one its just that I usually don't and-"
I interrupted him. "Its ok harry, seriously. its your bed not mine." I say, followed by a giggle.
He laughs and mumbles a 'thanks'.
But then he dissapears for a few seconds in the bathroom, and comes back with short pajama pants on. They were so cute.
He shut his door and came and jumped in the bed. He pulled the blanket over us both and I lay down facing the wall.
"You comfy?" he whispers.
"Mmm, yeah." I say quietly.
His bed is so soft.
and it smells like him.
"Night gorgeous." harry says.
I am blushing so hard.
"Night Harry."
I could not keep the smile off my face. and it got even bigger when I felt Harry shuffle me, and slowly wrap his arm around me.
Nothing could ruin how I feel right now.
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thats chapter 13! sorry its bad, once again its late and i have school tomorrow
love yous xx
-Emily
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