Youforia [N.H]

19

Aycie Locke

It's the same day, and I still wish I could erase myself from existence.

Niall had brought me back to my room and stayed with me for half an hour before telling me he was going to go and talk to the band, he also told me he'd be back at 2pm and we'd go and get lunch together. I was looking forward to that but It didn't stop the feeling of pure humiliation overwhelming my body.

I changed out of my bathing suit and had a shower to wash all the chlorine out of my hair and off my body, I also spent an hour stood there silently thinking, it was ritual.

I wore the same black denim shorts and a plain white t-shirt I grabbed from my suitcase, I expected Niall would want his shirt back. I decided to leave my hair down and let it air-dry as I had a few hours to spare.

I felt really annoyed at the way everything went down, especially with Harry, the little remarks he tried to make made me so uncomfortable, as well as Louis' comment. Zayn seemed to not stare like the rest of them did, but that was the bare minimum, it was just creepy having that many eyes on that part of me and I hated everything about it. I was meant to be writing songs for this band and I had become quite close friends with them, yet it was like they forgot I was an actual human being when Harry just yanked my arm away, that was so unfair.

I tried to convince myself that 'boys will be boys' but it just wasn't cutting it, I felt so uncomfortable in my skin right now.

With the four hours I had to wait I decided to get my trusty notebook out to work on the album, maybe starting a new song will take my mind off all of this.

**

It didn't take me long to lose myself in the writing, I had titled the new song I started working on 'history' and I was sure it could be another one I add to the list of songs that could possibly make the album, I felt that they would like this song, especially Niall, but maybe that's just because I saw Niall in a better light than any of the others right now.

I hear a knock, distracting me from my thoughts and I grab my phone off the side table assuming it's already 2pm and I'd be going for lunch, time often flew by if I was writing.

I open the door but I was surprised to see it wasn't Niall there but it was Harry.

I wanted to shut the door, so I did.

But he held his hand out to stop it before it locked shut.

"Aycie please" he spoke.

"I'm really busy" I murmur through the small gap in the door.

"With what?"

"An album Harry" I bluntly say.

"You can't keep using that as an excuse when you want to avoid something" he sighs.

"It's not an excuse, I've been payed to write an album for you, so that's exactly what I'm doing, if you have a request just tell me now and I'll get it done for you no problems" I respond.

"My request is that you open this door please."

I grumble a complaint to myself before I open the door, I keep my eyes glued to my shoes hoping he'd see that I was in no way up for a conversation right now.

He strolled in and I just stayed where I was, shutting the door behind him before leaning against it, still keeping my head down.