Lost Words [discontinued]

{ Chapter 16-Happy Not Birthday }

(SONG: Glamorous- Fergie)

I sat on the couch in my living room, warm and cozy wearing the Jack Wills jumper that Harry lent me and the random house shoes Liam bought me. The show I was watching for only a few minutes ended and turned to The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. I had always found that show very disturbing and uncomfortable so I turned the television to one of my mum's baking shows. Even though she never baked anything. Or ate anything for that matter.

"MUMMY!" I called.

"Y-", She coughed. "Yeah?"

"I went shopping yesterday", I told her.

"Where'd you get the money?" she asked from her room.

"Well", I started, shifting my body searching for a more comforting position. "Remember Cameron?"

"Who?"

"My old boss? Well he finally realized I was better than what's his face and so he downgraded him and rehired me." I stood up, not feeling like sitting down anymore. "And with a better pay, too."

"That's great." She said coming out into the living room, smiling. I stared her down expectantly. I searched for the slightest obvious weight gain anywhere on her body and, in my surprise, I noticed her tummy had a small pouch. I grinned excitedly at the sight and looked back into her light brown eyes.

"So, I went for groceries yesterday and bought some stuff."

She walked away and began to head to the kitchen, most likely to look at the recently purchased food. "So I got us some cookie dough, and I thought maybe we could bake-"

The buzzing of my phone interrupted me. I pulled my phone out of my boot, which was where I would keep it if I didn't have any pockets in my bottoms. I was never really a fan of putting things in coat pockets. I looked down at the caller ID: EL LOU EL!

I looked at my mum sorrily. She flung her hand into the air and flashed a smile, telling me I could answer if I wanted to. I picked up the call.

"Hey, Lou. What's up?" I went into the kitchen and pulled open the freezer, taking out the cookie dough.

"Hey!" he said cheerfully. "I just rang you to ask if Harry told you about the party yet?"

"Party? No he didn't tell me." I tried to pry the lid off the bucket of dough but started to get frustrated. My mum came up to me and opened it. I mouthed 'thanks' and sent her a smile. I went to the oven and set the temperature to 450, trying to concentrate on numbers and words at the same time.

"Oh. Well he must've forgotten. He kept saying, 'I need to remember to tell Addy about the party' and he told me to tell you before it started, just in case."

"Well", I coughed. "When does it start?"

"Seven? Seven-thirty?"

I pulled down my phone and looked at the time; 5:56.

"Ugh", I groaned. "I'll get ready. Tell the guys I'll be there in time."

"Okay, great", he said. It was like I could hear his smile.

"See you in a bit. Bye." I was about to hang up when I heard Louis call something through the phone.

"What?" I said, pressing the phone back to my cheek.

"I said 'WAIT!'" he shouted again, making a laugh peek through my lips.

"What is it?"

"I wanted to tell you Harry's favorite colour", he said sarcastically.