Erm... So... Basically (One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter 24

Marilyn’s POV

(Monday night: 5 days till departure)

    I threw my purse onto the floor along with my blazer, then jumped onto my bed. Exiting the studio where I was interviewed was rather… stressful. Having reporters at you left and right asking you about Harry styles, was a little too much for me.

I stared up at the ceiling in the place where Harry once laid, when I was scared to go to sleep.

Back when there was no drama.

Just our friendship that meant the world to me, and my secret crush that overwhelmed my thoughts.

Recently I thought about if I would have taken back seeing Harry on the balcony that night.

Because if I had done that, then maybe none of this would have happened between us.

But I don’t regret it at all.

None of it.

That kiss, it helped me better understand my feelings, and put that connection into my music.

It also made me realize Harry was something special, and I wasn’t going to let him go.

    I sighed then rolled over to my side, and began to shut my eyes.

Just when I started to doze off, my phone starting ringing. As the chorus of “The Writer” by Ellie Goulding, filled my room, I clumsily leaped out of bed, and slipped on the floor beside where my purse laid. I was so busy laughing at myself on the ground when I grabbed my phone, that I didn’t even check who it was.

“Hello?” I laughed allowed, expecting it’d be Lyla saying she was on her way home.

“… Hey Marilyn.” Harry’s voice rang out.

My heart had come to a complete stop when I heard him. It had been quite a long time since I listened to Harry say my name.

“… Hi. Hi, Harry.” I managed to say, I then found composure and sat up against the end of my bed.

“Hi…” He said again, slightly laughing.

“Hey.” I also echoed, giggling sweetly.

There was a brief silence between us as I smiled innocently at the ground.

“So… Why’d you call?” I asked him a tad serious.

“Oh! Right, sorry. Erm… Sooo basically I have some news about tour stuff.” He answered my question, partly.

I scrunched my eyebrows and thought for a moment, “what is it?” I asked.

“We’re leaving Saturday night. The whole tour team. So… you too.” He said, clearly trying to find proper words to say.

“Ha, yes Styles, I realized that.” I responded playfully, not even meaning to.

I heard his laugh at the end of the phone, which made my heart melt.

“Kay sorry sassy pants.” He called me, being playful back.

I missed this aspect of our friendship so much, I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it again though.

I wasn’t ready to get my hopes up.

“I’m just messing with you. But alright, I’ll contact my management and let them all know.” I said normally.

There was an awkward silence now, because I could tell Harry had something to say, but he just wasn’t telling me.

“Is that all?” I asked, breaking the silence.