Dream On [HS.AU]

Chapter Fifty Four

Halle Henry

I've never felt worse.

When I woke up, I barely even knew where I was, however Harry lying beside me soon gave me the indication that I was in his bed. He woke up shortly after and explained everything that happened, and suddenly it made sense as to why I felt like I was on the verge of dying.

Much to my surprise, when I went to throw up in Harry's bathroom, he decided to sit there with me and hold my hair back for me. Being sick isn't really very glamorous, I'm surprised Harry actually decided to help me, but it made my heart swell, it really did.

I got out of his shower to a pair of clothes folded on his bed, a pair of my clothes I must have left here one of the times I've stayed here before. He also came through when I was in the midst of getting changed with toast and a cup of tea, smiling away to himself as if he was really proud.

"Do you feel better after your shower?" He asked kissing me on the temple after I pulled my T-shirt over my head.

"Not really, but I'm sure it will pass." I smiled, "Thank you for-"

Harry cut me off by pressing his finger over my lips. "You don't get to thank me for having common decency love."

I smiled and stood up on my toes to kiss him, Harry then wrapped his arms around my waist and swept me off my feet. Next thing I know is that we're on his bed and Harry's arms and legs are wrapped around me, he's kissing me a million times repeatedly on my cheeks, my lips, my neck, and I couldn't stop laughing.

He's so cute, and I'm thinking back to when we first met and I thought he was scary and intimidating. I couldn't have been more wrong if I tried. The fact he's so touchy-feely and all cuddly is very special to me, I think its adorable.

I had my toast, Harry ended up drinking my tea forgetting he made it for me and not him but I didn't mind. It's actually quite scary to think about the fact I was spiked last night, if Harry wasn't there I don't know what I'd do. I feel so gross right now though, it's like a hangover times ten and all I want to do is sleep, but I promised Mick I'd meet him today because I need to talk to him about important things.

Harry tried everything he could to get me to stay, he thought of every excuse under the sun, but when I explained to him that me meeting Mick is so that I can officially become an independent artist, he was quick to understand.

I promised I'd be back later, so Harry let me go and when I got down to Mick, he apologised a million times for the fact I got spiked last night. It wasn't even his fault, but I told him not to worry because I'm safe. The worst thing is the headache, but I'm okay. Things could have gone worse.

Mick took us to a restaurant in town, and some girls asked me for an autograph as we headed inside. It was a quiet little restaurant, and the soup was really calling my name. Soup was my dad's cure for anything, especially the worst hangovers.

"Right Hal, I've got to ask because we can't put it off any longer. Your contract is over next week and I need to know if you're going to sign a new one or not." Mick said through an anxious sigh.

"I want to leave Sunset." I said, and Mick nodded his head because he knew what was going to be my answer. "But I'd still like you to be my manager."

Mick looked confused, sipping his coke, "Halle, I work for Sunset, you know that right?"

"Listen, I've thought a lot about this." I began explaining. "I finally have the finances to go independent and produce my own music without being tied to a record label, but that means I'd have to find my own team of management and all that, right? But what if I keep you as my manager, you leave Sunset for better pay and you don't have to become somebody else's manager. You're my best friend Mick, I don't wanna do this without you."