Many Kisses, Someone (One Direction fanfiction) *Abandoned*

Chapter 11

Harry? Harry is Somebody? Has he known I was Someone all along? I was so confused and had so many questions that I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. I’m not sure how long I stood there staring at the letter trying to figure it out.

By the time I finally snapped out of it, the ice cream had long since melted. I put the bowls in the sink and headed back to my room. Lila was already asleep, and the Gossip Girl episode was over. I figured that I should probably get Lila’s opinion on the letter before confronting Harry, so I just lied down on the bed and went to sleep. Or at least I tried to.

~Time Lapse~

By the time Lila woke up, I had gotten a total of two hours of sleep, which let me tell you is not much at all. At around 9 in the morning Lila woke up stretching.

“I guess I fell asleep in here last night. What happened to the ice cream you were getting? You took forever,” she said through a yawn once she noticed that I was awake.

“The ice cream is melted in the sink,” I told her, and was about to continue on about the letter when Lila interrupted me.

“What?! You wasted perfectly good ice cream?! What did you start flirting with Harry and forget about it?” she asked me, clearly outraged at the fact that I wasted the ice cream. If I wasn’t so freaked out about the letter, I’d probably laugh at how big a deal the ice cream is.

“Not exactly. I knocked over a pile of letters and magazines on my way back. I went to pick it up when I found a letter,” I tell her.

“So? What’s so special about a letter?” Lila asked me still wondering what could have caused me to forget about the ice cream.

“It’s addressed to Someone. To our address,” I continue on, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation that she was clearly not getting.

“So? He was writing us a letter, though why he addressed it to Someone is beyond …me…” I watched her slowly trail off as she finally began understanding the seriousness of the situation.

“Harry’s Somebody? Wow V, only you would have that kind of luck,” Lila tells me, “What are you going to do now?”

I don’t answer since I was hoping she’d have some idea of what I should do, but clearly I’m on my own. Thankfully she doesn’t further question me. I want to go for a walk to clear my head a little, but then I remember the snow storm that got me into this situation in the first place. Shower it is.

I get out of the shower and decide to try and prolong the moment before I have to see Harry again. I blow dry it straight and then curl it all over before putting it half up. I slowly put on some mascara and eyeliner. By the time I’m done it’s about 10:30. Damn. I should have re straightened my hair and then made a ballerina bun.

I reluctantly change into some comfy pants and my favorite sweater before reluctantly going to the kitchen. I probably would have tried to stay in my room longer, but unfortunately my stomach had other ideas.

I walk into the kitchen to see Harry making pancakes and Lila happily munching on a stack of pancakes of her own. I plop down next to her, trying not to glance in the direction of the letters. Harry greets me good morning before setting down a plate full of pancakes in front of me as well. I manage to mumble a thanks before starting to eat. Dang. I’ve forgotten how delicious Harry’s pancakes were, and they’re blueberry too. Mmmm. My favorite.

I’m temporarily distracted by the deliciousness, but alas the letter returns to the forefront of my mind. Harry eventually sits down and starts eating his own stack of pancakes. We all sit and eat in silence. I take the moment of everyone’s distraction to look at Harry trying to imagine him as being Somebody. After all of these months of writing letters back and forth, I finally have a face to put to the writing.

I wonder if he knows that he’s been writing me….. My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by Harry.

“Do I have something on my face? Or do you just enjoy staring at me?” He says after looking up and seeing me starring.

I blush and look back down at my pancakes. Lila and Harry make some small talk, and I help clear the table before going back to my room.

I think I’ve decided that I’m not going to say anything to him. Let’s see if he can figure it out on his own.

So I’m kind of disappointed in this chapter. It’s not at all what I hoped it would be, but it’s what I’ve got for now. Hope you guys like it; let me know what you think:)

I got my SAT scores back, 2070. I guess it’s a good start, but I’m definitely retaking it in June. This is totally random, but I was writing this chapter and randomly went online and starting looking up gossip girl stuff, and discovered that Chase Crawford is gay. I have nothing against it, but I was so shocked, my jaw literally dropped.

Ooooo y’all should look up Marina and The Diamonds,  I love her music, I’ve just discovered it, it’s amazing! Do it!

So that’s just a little about my life, not that y’all really care about it haha.

If you came from fanfiction and you reviewed on that site, could you let me know what username you did it under? I’d love to be able to know who cared enough to come over to wattpad.

That’s it for now!

Many Kisses, Leena ;D