Meant For You

When the Truth Comes Out

Chatper 5: When the Truth Comes Out

---Hope POV---

My thoughts are still running a mock inside of my head as I wake. Now, however, I have come to the conclusion that I am not, I repeat not, falling for Harry. I simply thought I was because he’s so sweet and easy to talk to and gorgeous and funny and – I cut myself off there, shaking my head at myself yet again. I cannot keep stewing upon feelings that may or may not be there.

I groan getting out of bed, dragging myself downstairs to get breakfast. It crosses my mind that I should text my best friend Skye to tell her I’m doing some modelling today but I decide that it’s probably best I wait till normal people get up.

Looking out towards the window I can see the outside world is yet to wake. In the distance a yellow glow is visible – another sleepless soul perhaps? Further past the light is that of another and another, the sleepless city London could be. I breathe in a deep breath; smelling the cool air from outside and the crisp morning dew condensation that has created a translucent casing around our large floor length windows.  Over the weekend sleep comes easier to me yet I still struggle; insomnia an ever present nightmare. I haven’t told anyone of this problem, I will suffer alone.

I look to the clock that hangs in our kitchen and I notice the time only reads 2am. I sigh quietly to myself. That’s two hours sleep, still more than last night but not enough. Never enough. It’s so hard to fall into slumber at night, yet harder even to fall asleep again once I have woken. Now it’s all down to what I am to do for another five hours until my mother and sister get up. 

I sit at one of the three bar stools that line our kitchen counter and gently tap my fingers along the surface in time with a slow waltz beat. I groan out a huff of frustration as I think of what to do to entertain myself. I’d do some more designs but at the moment I have absolutely no inspiration. I huff again hopping off the bar stool and padding my way over towards the lounge. I plop myself down on the coach and turn on the TV, being careful to turn the volume right down.

As I flick through the channels the title of a movie catches me eye. The Notebook. I laugh as I think back to the first time I met Harry and how he told me it was his favourite movie. In all honesty I’ve only ever watched it once so I let the movie play on the TV screen while my mind wonders elsewhere.

Harry.

He hasn’t texted me or anything like that yet. Normally I wouldn’t mind but now… I’d kind of hoped he’d send me a message, even a small pointless one. Hell, I wouldn’t have even cared if he had called me at midnight just because he wanted to talk.

I mentally flick myself to try and focus on the movie again, to watch the rest of ‘The Notebook’ –which I do rather peacefully; letting the sweet story seep through my veins. Noah and Allie never had the best relationship but as stated in the movie ‘They had one thing in common; and that’s that they were crazy about each other.’ Or something along those lines. Lon is one of those guys that you kind of love but hate because Allie and Noah are supposed to be together. All in all I guess I like The Notebook – it also doesn’t hurt the fact that Ryan Gosling is hot too.

When the movie is finished I wonder back into my room searching the walls until I see my guitar propped up against on in the corner of the room. Letting out a satisfied noise I pad over to it and them my window seat and settle down strumming and humming random tunes for the remaining three hours of my daily morning solitude. 

Fun, fun.

*

Finally we’re out of the house.

Harry texted me this morning at around 9 and we’ve been texting ever since. Just talking about random stuff, the things we are seeing and other things like that. Every time my phone beeps the smile that overtakes my face draws more and more attention.