It's Gotta Be You

Chapter 17 A Late Night Conversation

Chapter 17 A Late Night Conversation

*Abby’s Point of View*

I went to my bedroom to change into a pair of pj’s this consisted of flannel blue polka dot bottoms and a hot pink tank top. I threw my hair back into a messy bun. I heard Harry knocking on the door and when I opened it he look absolutely exhausted he had huge bags under his eyes and his green eyes looked so much duller.

        “Harry you look exhausted,” I stated.

        “I know but I couldn’t sleep at all I had a session with Summer today and she would not stop hitting on me.”

      “What do you mean?” I asked trying to keep the jealousy out of my voice.

        “She kept brushing up against me, batting her eyelashes, calling me babe etc.” 

        “Sounds like what she did in high school.”

        “What do you mean?”

        “When Summer wanted a boy she always went around batted her eyelashes, made a lot of conversation, giggle, find ways to touch them, basically flirting to the next level.”

        “Ohhh… well this sucks.”

        “Yup but what can we do? I’s not like we can just make her disappear, I mean she’ll always be in our past and right now our future.”

“I guess you’re right but I hate how she manipulates us like this.”

“Oh and she enrolled in one of my dance classes today.”

“Oh gosh…”

“She was a giant know it all.”

“She always was one.”

“This is getting depressing, let’s talk about something fun or let’s do something.”

“Alright, how about 21 questions?”

“Sure, you first.”

“Ok what is your favourite room in your flat?”

“Probably my bedrooms wanna see it?”

“Sure.”

We went to my room, I painted it a light blue, I have a walk in closet and wooden furniture painted white to match all of my other furniture in my flat. I decorated the wall with my walk in closet on it with a photo collage around the door, I had a book shelf along the next wall, half of it had my books on it and the other half had about ten white baskets filling the rest of my shelves. Five of them contained my Bath and Body Works lotions and perfumes, two contained my Lush bath bombs, the next two had my scented candles in them the last one had my hair tools. The wall next to it had my queen sized bed with a light blue comforter and dark blue pillows and my large white desk with my laptop, multiple notebooks and my portable speaker. The last wall went into the walk in bathroom that contained all my makeup and jewelry.

        “Hmm nice room you did a good job, I remember when we were like twelve you wanted to be an interior designer and you would go around re decorating your mums room.”

        “Oh yah that didn’t go to well now did it?”

        “She nearly killed you.”

        “Oh boy do I remember.”

        “Haha ok it’s your turn ask me a question,” said Harry flopping down on my bed.

We played 21 questions until we fell asleep on the bed at around two in the morning.