Haz went out somewhere, leaving me alone at his flat. Since he was letting me stay, I decided to clean, attempting to return the favor. I found Haz's iHome and connected my phone. I shuffled my songs, all 1,317 of them. As the first song came on, my one man party began.
The first song was Temperature by Sean Paul. I didn't sing, rather danced to the song. Needless to say, that if anybody saw my dancing, they would be scarred for life. The next song was Two Black Cadillacs by Carrie Underwood. As I did the dishes, I belted out the lyrics, bubbles flying everywhere. The scrub brush was mic, getting bubbles on my chin. As the day slowly faded out, I found some of my favorite, long-lost songs. There were some notes I hit that I never believed I could.
The last song was Can't Hold Us by Mackelmore and Ryan Lewis, featuring Ray Dalton. Not going to lie, I rapped the entire song, flawlessly. I felt pretty proud. I set the broom back in the closet as someone walked through the frong door. Judging from my past experiences, I didn't assume it was Haz. I shut the closet door to come face to face with a blonde boy.
"Have you seen Harry?"
His irish accent flowing perfectly out of his mouth, Harry sounding more like 'Harreh'.
"No, he left a while ago, he didn't really tell me where he was going. If you don't mind me asking, how did you get in?"
"I have a key. Forgive me, but why are you here? And what happened to your face?"
I was so close to forgetting about it...
"Long story. Harry brought me here."
"Well he must fancy you, because he never lets girls stay. Did he say when he was coming back?"
"No, he never said he was leaving, so not much of a surprise."
"The name is Niall. I'm not sure if Harry has mentioned me, but I'm one of his best mates."
"It's nice to meet you, Niall. I'm Emerson."
"That's a nice name. Makes sense, pretty name, pretty girl."
"Thanks, yours isn't that bad either. So why have you come to see Haz? Maybe I can relay a message to him so you can do other errands."
"Nah, I'd rather hang out with a beautiful girl like you."
My face turned 50 shades of red. I reached my hands up to my cheeks, covering my flushed face. Niall grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands down to my lap.
"I like girl who blush."
Blushing more, I looked down, hoping to avoid his sea green eyes. I eventually mustered up the courage to speak again.
"Would you like anything to eat?"
"Of course, when have I ever denied food?"
"Don't know, never met you."
"Right. Sorry."
"Well, help yourself."
"I wouldn't tell him that."
Niall and I snapped our heads towards the voice. We discovered Haz standing in the doorway, looking sweaty, wearing a bro-tank and basketball shorts.
"He would eat everything."
"Well, since he's here, I'll talk to him. Would there be any chance you could make me as sandwich?"
"Of course."
Haz and Niall disappeared, going into the study. I set to work on Niall's sandwich, piling it high with meats and cheeses. I set it on a plate along with chips and cookies. As I completed Niall's 'snack', they were still in the room. I grabbed my book, pulled my knees up to my chest, and began reading.
