We finally get to Harry's place. I text Perrie.
Me: Is everyone still at ur house?
Perrie: Perrie went to bed. This is Louissss! Do you like gummy bears? Fuck yeah I so. sk buee
Me: Louis are you drunk? Never mind. Goodnight!
I shut my phone and head inside. Harry takes me to the guest room amd I decide on taking a shower. Nothing clears my thoughts more than that. I grab my favourite pjs, a red shirt that says Keep Calm and Take Me Home and black flannel shorts. I crank on the temperature valve and let the steam fill the air before stepping in.
Hot water runs through my hair and I scrub in some shampoo and conditioner. I shave my legs, use my favourite shower gel, and just stand there with steam billowing around me. But none of it makes me feel better. Then it hits me. When I was young I would sing my heart out about how I was feeling, no matter how bad the lyrics were. When my parents asked I would say I heard it on the radio. No point in making them worry. I clear my throat and sing.
I sing about Harry and Niall. How Niall would always pull my chair out for me. How his eyes sparkled and his face turned pink when he first saw me on our first date. When he bought me an old cat from the shelter. When he held me tight ehen the cat died. We were in love. But I believe he's moved on. Now I have Harry. The curly haired boy with deep dimples amd emrald eyes. Maye he's the one. But what if it's Niall?
I shut off the water and dry off. Without care, I brush my hair and throw it in a messy ponytail. I yank on my pajamas and exit the bathroom, the steam streaming through the open doorway. The clock in my room reads 10:30pm but it feels much later. I lay down on my bed and close my eyes.
I awake with a start. My hair came out of my ponytail and tears and snot are plastered to my face. I sniffle and hear a knock.
"Come in." I try not to sniffle. Harry's head pops through the doorway. He smirks and says "I didn't know you could sing." Uh oh. Was I really that loud? I feel a blush spreading in my face and cover my face with my hands.
"Don't be embarrased. You were good." I feel the bed sink when he sits on it and I uncover my eyes.He smiles and nudges my shoulder. "In fact, I just called our manager. You are in the recording studio with us Monday." My pulse quickens and I feel faint.
"What the hell Harry! That's two days away. And I can't sing in front of people because it is my biggest fear." I must have been yelling without realizing it because the neighbor's dog starts barking at us from down below.Harry just sits there chuckling.
"I was j-joking." he says between fits of laugher. Time for a little revenge. I tickle his feet and he flails and kicks.
"Sorry! Stop I'm sorry!" he begs. I release his foot and he sits up red in the face. My pillow fell to the floor during our fight so I pick it up and throw it at Harry. It bounces off his curls and lands perfectly on my bed. Harry stands to leave but pauses before he walks anywhere.
"Sweet dreams love." he yawns. I slept the whole day! It's 10:45 pm already.
"Sweet dreams." I repeat.
*Authors Note*
It was a shorty I know. Typing is my least favourite thing to do. ehhhh call me lazy. New chapter hopefully soon!
