The List

8. "Is it weird that I hear trumpets when you're turning me on?"

8. "Is it weird that I hear trumpets when you're turning me on?"

EMILY'S POV-

I wake up in my own bed, guessing that Harry must've bought me up. I turn my head, to grab my phone from my bedside stand and check the time.

9:30.

Quite early for me. However, I did sleep all day yesterday, so that might be why.

Under my phone I saw a small piece of paper. It read, "Morning love, had to go into work today, they were short staffed. Sorry I didn't wake you; you were sleeping. I should be back at around 6/7. Call me if you have any problems. Have a good day, love you. Haz xx," in Harry's rough scrawl.

Day alone, I thought. What to do, decisions, decisions.

I think I might have a lazy day as I'm not feeling sick, like yesterday. Mind you, in my world, everyday is a lazy day.

*

I put on an oversized "I Hate You" shirt and some grey tracksuit bottoms and put my hair in a high messy ponytail. I honestly hate tracksuit bottoms with a passion, however, it doesn't help that they are the most comfy item of clothing in the entire world. Damn you tracksuits.

Then I went downstairs with some blankets and cushions and dumped them on the sofa before making something to eat. I settled on something light; a slice of toast and orange juice. I also took the jar of Nutella and punnet of strawberries with me as a snack. This was so I didn't have to get up later. Oh well, don't blame me, I'm having a lazy day; might as well make the most of it.

I turn on the TV, flicking through the channels, checking if there's anything on. Nope.

Instead, I decide on Netflix and try and find a film to watch. After a few minutes on contemplating whether to watch "Safe Haven", "Up", "If I stay" or "Endless Love," (all of which I have watched about twenty times each before), I settle on "Up".

It gets me every time; so here I am, sitting on my sofa at midday, crying at an animation. Forever hoping that one day I'll be like Ellie and find a man like Carl Fredericksen, who will stay with me for the rest of my life, and stay with me until the day that I die.

I sigh. A girl can dream, can't she?

I stick my finger in the brown glass jar of Nutella and scoop out some of the sticky deliciousness, which is currently sitting in my lap, helping me drown my sorrows.

*

About half an hour later, and I'm still sitting in exactly the same position; flicking through channels, and eating strawberries being dipped into Nutella. This time I settle on watching an episode of the reality show, "Keeping up with the Kardashians."

I don't even really like this show that much. It's just so addictive though.

So instead I decide to order some pizza, as being me, am hungry once again. I call the local pizza place; which for the record, have as number two on speed dial (number one is Harry, the only other person I talk to), and order a medium margarita, asking for them to deliver.

*

After 10 minutes, and getting bored of "Keeping up with the Kardashians," I change the channel to one of the music ones.

Raving and jumping up and down to "Trumpets" by Jason Derulo on a Saturday afternoon, is definitely not something I do very often. Especially due to the fact that the song is so dirty, yet so catchy. Jason Derulo does it every time, what with "Talk Dirty to Me."

I nearly don't hear the doorbell.

Running to the door, I get to it just in time, just as a tall, brown/ blonde haired boy is walking away. He hears the door open and turns around. He's wearing the local pizza place's uniform; a logo-ed shirt, which he has rolled up at the sleeves, some black skinny jeans and beat up converse.