The Ticking Clock [h.s.]

Chapter 3

Well it's the day after and saying that I don't feel great is an understatement. I have a massive headache and I'm exhausted. My body feels like it hasn't slept in a week and all I'm ready to do is go back to sleep. I turn over to look at my clock and see it is already 11 in the morning. Oh geez. I still have a full day of work ahead of me with a YouTube video and a blog post.

I exit the depths of my room to practically run into my flatmate, who ironically just got back from a run. "How are you so okay after our outing last night?" I shot as we regain balance. She responds quickly, saying, "I hold my alcohol better and beer has like alcohol than martinis." Makes sense. I'm such a newbie and this is typical for our relationship.

"Do you want to go out for a late breakfast? We could go to the little café down the street." "I have so much work and I don't know if I will have enough time today as it is," I say as a wave of anxiety hits me. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish and I hate letting the people who look forward to reading and watching my work down.

In record time, Megan convinces me that I will have enough time before our friends come over so we exit our flat after we both shower and get ready for the day ahead. But just before we leave, Megan hands me Advil and water, saying, "you will thank me later." And I already know I will.

We quickly arrive at the café and order our food. Obviously Megan gets tea while I settle for water. Seeing that we are a tad bit homesick, we both order scones. They are one of our mothers' favorite foods and remind us of them. Oh how I miss the Wildflower Bakery (if you live in Arizona, you will understand and if you don't, you are missing out).

At the café, we discuss the previous nights events. She tells me about three things that she didn't get Harry's number before it gets through my brain. I am slightly disappointed, but I won't freak out about that until my clock runs out in three weeks. "Did I do anything stupid once Harry left?" I'm only wondering because that's when my memory gets foggy. She replies, "no, but you did almost run threw a crowd of people like they were bowling pins and you slammed into a table. It wasn't that embarrassing." I practically do a spit take, completely cracking up at my clumsiness.

Typical me, I guess. At least Harry didn't see it. I think my life would have been ruined if he had, even if he is my soulmate. After another hour of talking, I head back to our flat and Megan heads to M&S (Mark's and Spencer's) to pick up some food for our get together tonight.

By the time Megan returns with pizza and snacks, I have finished the blog post, so all I have to do is film and edit the video in the next four hours. Our friends are coming around six. I ask Megan to film the shock ball challenge with me. Terrifying and painful, but fun none the less. We lose track of points by the time we finish, so I get right on with editing.

Our friends, if you are wondering, are mostly musicians with some actors and regular working people mixed in. London is a mush pot for varying types of individuals, which makes it interesting. Today, Megan and I are hosting the band Rixton, the band Little Mix, and Michael Clifford of 5 Seconds of Summer, who is Megan's best guy friend who is in the UK early for the start of the Europe leg of the One Direction WWA tour.

Around six, the door begins to be constantly knocked on by our friends, quickly making our flat the hot place to be. Michael and Megan gravitate into conversation with each other about his tour and her job. No, they aren't soul mates, just more like brother and sister.

After about an hour of food and laughs, we sit down peacefully for a game of clue. This brought back memories from some intense rounds that brought flying objects and split drinks. I missed those times from back home. Megan and I are placed on a team and blow everyone out of the water in a few short hands because girls run the world.

Next is apples to apples, which became increasing more hilarious as the night progressed. It was eleven o'clock when we started Shrek (not that I had watched it twelve times or anything), so everyone decided to camp out for the night and go home the next morning.

With everyone else fast asleep by three, I stood pacing the flat with images of Harry floating threw my mind. He had this insane hold over me and I felt lost as I waited to see if he was my soulmate. In that moment, I knew that these next three weeks were going to go be painfully slow. It would make the agony of not knowing even more unbearable. Around four, my mind and my body couldn't take the stress anymore, so I found a comfy place to sleep. Ironically it was near the cat bed and I quickly dozed off into my neverland.