Waves~Harry fanfic

Chapter 2

The dim morning light made me feel a bit sluggish. Or maybe it was the fact that I'd be meeting the stranger I have to share my home with for the next year, since my roommate Ed, is going on tour. That pisses me off. I'm a grown woman. ..well, I'm only eighteen, but whatever. I'm not a child. I can take care of myself, no problem. I sat up, and looked out the window, to a foggy morning, and shivered. I stretched, then laid back down, too tired and lazy to do anything, but Ed wants me to help clean around the house for Harry.  

"If he's going to live here, he should just get used to our mess. No use cleaning." I muttered, when Ed arrived at my door. He leaned against the door frame, and shook his head.  

"Mel, come on. Don't be a miss pissy pants." 

I hid under the covers. 

"I can be miss pissy pants if I want, because I am a grown woman, who doesn't need some guy taking care of me," 

Suddenly, I heard the old wooden floor creak, and the pressure of another body next to mine. 

"I take care of you," Ed said. "Am I just some guy?" 

"but you're different. I need you. You're more than just some guy," I rolled over so that our faces were inches apart.  

"Then trust me," He kissed my forehead, and I snuggled up to him. I felt a bit better. If Ed trusts the guy, and I trust Ed, then I should trust the guy too. He wrapped an arm around me, and smiled. 

"Now, go get dressed. After we fix up this 'ole flat, we'll go to the pier," He smiled his beautiful smile and got out of bed. 

"What time is he coming?" I mumbled as I slid over to my closet, and pulled out a pair of old blue jeans I had since freshman year of high school. They still make my butt look awesome. 

"Around...three, he told me," Ed said from his room, which is directly across from mine. I dug through the clutter of clothes until I found my "Make cupcakes, not war" tee, then walked over to the bathroom to change. I looked into the mirror in disgust at the ratty girl looking back at me. My muddy brown hair poofed up into a afro, and I still had last nights eye liner smudged around my eyes, making me look like a raccoon.  

"You got a gig tonight?" Ed asked as I started to scrub the makeup off.  

"Yeah, at eight. At Slim's" 

"I think Harry will like that," 

"Well he ain't getting in for free. He better buy a ticket." I said sarcastically, making him laugh. 

"Miss Pissy Pants,"  

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We sat at our spot at the Coffee House, for our morning dose of Coffee, tea, and Mexican sweet bread, freshly made by Sandra, Mr.Ray's wife. They reminded me of home, which I miss very much. When I was younger, once every week, my grandmother would take me to a little bakery around the corner from her house. It was just our thing to do, our special thing. She'd buy a bag full of sweet bread, then'd we walk to the nearby park and sit in the grass. She'd wipe the crumbs off my face, and I'd just smile at her, admiring her. I miss her, so much. 

"Melinda? Earth to Mel!" Ed said, shaking my arms, awaking me from my day dream. 

"Huh?"  

"I asked you a question, and you totally zoned out, gazing at the bread all zombie like. If you want more, just get some." He laughed. I laughed and shook my head. 

"I'm sorry, I just...they reminded me of someone," 

"OoooOoo a past boyfriend I don't know about?" 

"My Grandmother." 

"You dated your grand mum?" I slapped his face lightly, making him chuckle. 

"Gross! no. I meant, the bread made me think of my grandmother." 

"You miss her?"  

I nodded, and took a huge bite of the bread, savoring the sweet taste. 

"I know you hate the rest of your family, but your grandmother...she loves you and you love her, why don't you visit her?

I sipped my tea. Why would he bring this up.  

"You know I want to, but she lives with my mom and stepdad, if I visit her, it means I'll have to see them." 

"Wait-hold that thought." 

Ed took out his vibrating cell phone. 

"Hullo?...Hey mate!...yeah it is a bit early...Oh, I see...now?...well, I guess, but...." 

As Ed talked to the person on the other end of the conversation, I looked out the foggy window, staring at the crowds of people, then to the bay. It was beautiful, and for the first time, in a long time, I was truly happy. Peaceful. 

"Alright, alright....I'll be there soon. bye." 

He set his phone on the table, and slammed his coffee as if it were a shot of alcohol.  

"What's up, buttercup?" I said, with a mouthful of sweet bread.  

"It was Harry. He's here now...and he's stuck at the airport," 

"Stuck?"  

"He's stuck, he's being mobbed by fans, we need to go pick him up,"  

"I thought he was supposed to arrive around three? That's when it's less busy, meaning less screaming girls," 

"I know, but I guess it was an early flight, come on," Ed stood up, as I stuffed my face with sweet bread, and tea.  

On our way to the airport, I could feel my stomach rumble with butterflies. Why was I nervous? He's just some guy. Or maybe it was the sweet bread...I don't know.  

"So...why him?" 

Ed kept his eyes on the road. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Out of all the people you could have chosen to live with me while you're gone...you chose him. Why?" I asked, and put my feet on the dash. 

"Because...I don't know. It felt right. He's a good guy, he'll keep you company," 

"Is that it?" 

"Well...there's another reason. A big reason...but I'll tell you later." He grinned. I rolled my eyes, and stared at a plane roaring overhead. 

"Awesome," I mumbled, as we pulled up, and parked. 

"Alright, time to go save a rock star."