Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Iris White

2 WEEKS LATER

Shit. I hate you, Dylan.

Ever since Dylan went to a concert last week she's been uncontrollably ill, now a lesson for you all is don't invite anyone over when they're sick. Specifically, one that doesn't go away through anything you try. I've tried medicines, remedies, hot baths, detoxing, and once again. NOTHING. It's fucking annoying unusually it's as soon as I wake up and sometimes it can be later in the day but it just won't leave me alone and I'm sick of this.

I haven't seen Dylan or anyone in over a week because of it, I don't want to contaminate anyone else especially if I have some kind of disease that I could spread. I'm gross. The only form of communication I've been having is FaceTimes. I and Harry have been texting a lot, he's normally the one to initiate these conversations but every time my phone dings I'm jumping out of my seat to see who it is.

Speaking of the devil, my phone starts to ring which is not unusual because I've been calling Ophelia and Dylan nearly every day now, but the weird thing is it's Harry... He constantly sends me pictures of the tour bus or the venues and they look crazy. Sometimes it's not even captioned just pictures. My favourite one was the one he took on stage he sang a song called 'Sweet Creature' and everyone had their flashlights out. He even had to hold in a tear... It's unusual how much he's texting me. I remember the first time he completely ignored my message and now the roles have been reversed he won't stop. I think it's safe to say he's missing New York and I'm in it, so I keep sending him pictures of the city. It's 8 am and he's already calling.

I answer the call,

"Iris," he sounds out of breath or in disbelief I have no idea?

"the one and only," I hear him chuckle down the line,

"What are you up to?" Hesitance is traced within his voice and it's quite funny, he's normally the uptight, ray of sunshine. Ha.

"Uh, just pouring a smoothie, giving Winnie food... not much, yourself?"

"Ah Winfred yes, I just arrived at the forum. LA. Shitting it."

"I'm sure If you have your suit this time everything will be perfect, though I'm sure they wouldn't mind you without it" I chuckle down the phone, placing it against my ear and shoulder to keep it steady whilst I pour.

"I hope so, Niall's doing my nut in," I belt out a laugh,

"Don't be so mean, ahhh did you like the pic of Winnie earlier?" He breathes out a laugh down the phone I can tell he's smiling.

" shut it, she causing you trouble?"

"Never!! Expect she keeps whining, I cannot handle it." It sounds like he's moving around a bit, he's probably setting up for his show later.

"Send me a picture of you," He's silent for a moment before he speaks in a low voice, My heart skips and I don't know why? "Only if you send one back..." he hums into the speaker,

I flip the camera around until it's on selfie mode and snap a shot of me pouting and scrunching my nose up a bit, the sunrise in the back looking pretty too, except I look dreadful, my matted hair in a messy bun, glasses on my face and a smoothie in my hand. I press send anyways,

I hear him take a breath when I put my phone back to my ear, he laughs a tad, his low voice making some sort of feeling arise I try to push down. "You look tired sweet?" I knew he'd bring that up but the fact he pointed it out I can either be embarrassed or be in awe he worried so I'd rather take the last,