Frozen Hands [h.s.]

thirteen

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July 29th, 2015

LAURENCE'S POV

I just finished my early shift at work, and I am beyond exhausted. Recently, I've noticed that I have an usual lack of energy, but I don't think too much of it.

It has been a few weeks since I encountered the One Direction boys, and life is back to normal. I am back to my usual routine, as I a, sure that they are too.

Harry and I text almost every day since he left, as we get to know each other more. I am helping him deal with all his struggles, and without knowing, he helps with mine as well. We also face timed a few times, which is always fun and entertaining.

I am now in charge of baking some muffins and snacks at the coffee shop every day, so I have to be there at five in the morning, therefore waking up very early. I don't mind at all, since I absolutely love being in the kitchen.

Life is back to like it was before meeting famous people, with the exception of an additional friend. Talking about that friend, my phone just buzzed, signalling that I have a text message.

Harry: Have a day free until the concert today. I was planning on staying in all day, want to face time?

Me: Sure! Today's my free day too, so just call me

Sure enough, a few seconds after my message is sent, I have an incoming call from the one and only Harry Styles. I click accept and he appears on the screen, laying down on what seems like his bed, his hair in a tight bun.

"Hey," he waves at me.

"Hey, what's up?" I respond, waving back.

"Eh, nothing. I'm just chilling, I'm exhausted," he shrugs.

"Of what? What have you been up to?" I laugh. I slowly get up of the couch, and stretch my limbs as I yawn, the phone in my hand momentarily forgotten.

"Well, being on tour with a bunch of concerts and interviews is pretty tiring, you know," he exclaims, rolling his playfully.

I walk to the kitchen, my phone still in hand. As soon soon as I start moving, I feel dizzy and light headed. I grip the coffee table for support, my phone falling on the carpet. I take deep, steady and silent breaths, trying not to faint.

"Woah, Laur, are you okay? What's wrong?" Harry's confused voice says through the phone. "Hello? Laur? You there?"

I get on my knees and crawl towards the phone and hold it up to my face. "Yeah, I'm fine, I just dropped my phone," I grimace. I hate lying, but I don't want him to worry about me, he doesn't need me to add any stress in his life.

"No you're not," he deadpans. "I saw you, you almost fell. What's wrong, are you okay? Did you bang your head on something?" he continues worriedly.

I sigh. Of course he saw me. "It's nothing Harry. I just got up too quickly, don't worry about it. It happens all the time," I deny. I looked at him in the eyes so he'll believe me.

"Okay, if you're sure. You should just go eat something, like to get your sugars up or something. I heard that's what you have to do when you feel lightheaded," he suggests.

"I'm not hungry," I say automatically. It is a reflex to say that to anyone who offers me food, I can't help it. I can't bare eating something if someone offers it to me, I felt pressured and observed.

"Come on, Laurence, you have too. For your health! Do it for me," he pouts.

"You're being so dramatic," I groan. "Fine."