Look at Me - H.S.

~ Chapter 25 ~

"What!?"

I stare at Shaun in disbelief and he just sits there. In silence.

"I can't bloody go to LA!"

"Why not?" He finally responds.

"I can't afford it for starters."

"Harry's sorting it all out. Won't cost you a penny."

"I don't have any clothes and I can't go home, Shaun." Now up off the sofa, I lift my arms frantically to emphasise how ridiculous this idea is. 

"Harry's got it covered." He shrugs as if it's no big deal.

"Are you having a laugh right now? I don't even have fucking shoes!" I point down to my still sore feet.

"I got you some"

Why is he so calm?
How is he so calm?
This is insane.

He leans back into the sofa, arms sprawled across the back cushions with is left ankle resting on his right knee. The corners of his mouth quivering as they try to fight the smug grin I just know is lurking, waiting to be set free.

"I don't have my passport!" Ah huh! Now it's my turn to be smug, I give him a sarcastic smile, relaxing a tiny bit because now I've won this little battle.

"Got that too."

Fuck. That was short lived.

Wait...what?!

"What d'you mean, got that too?" I mimic his voice, poorly.

He chuckles at me and stands up, nods his head in the direction of the kitchen and says, "follow me."

I huff, placing my hands on my hips. I have all intentions of standing my ground. I will not follow him. He can do one if he thinks I'm just going to...ah who am I kidding? I follow him to the kitchen. I stand with my arms crossed over my chest and lean against the worktop nearest the door, raising a questioning eyebrow at him. He has his back to me to begin with but looks over his shoulder with a cute little grin before he grabs something from one of the lower cupboards. When he turns to face me, he has my 'Love on Tour' tote bag in his hand. He places it on the counter and holds his hand out towards it. "I went to yours this morning while you were sleeping and grabbed few things you might need."

"Oh" is the only response I have right now.

I open the bag and begin to remove the items. After pulling out my passport, a pair of trainers, a change of clothes, including underwear, some toiletries, a hair brush and my straighteners, I look up at Shaun with watery eyes.

"Thank you" I whisper, trying to keep my emotions in check. This man has seen me cry far too much in the past 24 hours, he could probably do with a break.

"Of course," he nods and gives me a knowing smile before taking two steps in my direction and wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

"I err, I grabbed some other stuff too, while I was there." He mumbles into the top of my head.

I pull away from him, a look of confusion etched on my face as he smirks down at me. He pulls away fully and reaches for a black bin bag that sits on the floor. Instead of handing me the bag, he empties the contents. The clattering of various items sounds out around the room as I take in the things that are now strewn across the floor.

A laugh begins to sputter through my lips and I slap my hand over my mouth to try and disguise it. I glance at Shaun and back down to the floor. He snickers in triumph, straightens his spine and puffs out his chest, obviously feeling quite proud of his haul.