My fingers drifted across the piano keys effortlessly, flowing with the ballad I'd been practicing for the better half of the month. My back continuously ached from sitting straight for so long, and my knuckles had the urge to crack with every move my hands made. But it would be worth it in the end.
The time ticked by slowly as I mentally hedged it on faster. Six o'clock. That's all I needed, was to make it to six o'clock without losing my mind in waiting.
"Are you positive he'll be here at six? Not, say...in ten minutes?" I asked my older sister, Nicola, dully. She looked up at me from the gossip magazine in her hands, shaking her head in dismay."Sorry Rosa he told me six exactly." she said wistfully, and I groaned as my forehead hit the top of the piano.
"Okay..."
My brother was coming home, which in itself was amazing. But what was even more exciting, is that he'd be bringing all of his band-mates. They were nice fellows with fun personalities. Or, most of them were.
Zayn wasn't near as quiet as everyone mistakes him for. It's almost as if it is a ploy to urge people into talking to him. Everyone wants to be friends with the shy guy. But he's anything but. Once when he was visiting from tour, he had skate-boarded down our drive and a few blocks over in nothing but his knickers.
Louis was a lot like a child in my opinion. To him, everything was a game and there was no way to lose. He was carefree and boastful. I always thought he was a real charmer. Plus, those ocean blue eyes of his were to die for, I had to admit.
My brother was just my brother. Nothing special.
Niall is a sweetheart that everyone gets the wrong idea from. He looks completely perfect; all Irish and innocent. But it's a ruse. Of course he's Irish, but that boy could turn anything anyone said into some kind of sex joke. He was also a heavy partier, and wasn't all too innocent. I can't say that I'm not impressed. But he's still a sweetheart all the same.
And then there is Harry Styles. Harry Styles, the Cheshire charmer who never shuts up and is always trying to get on your good side. The same one who reads girl's diaries and blabs everything to their brother. The same one who wears beanies and is a complete show-off. The same one who I not only love, but hate, so much.
He made me feel like I would rather drink acid than talk to him, but then make me feel like snogging the hell out of him on the spot. He sent me into a frenzy. The only problem:I'm fairly confident he hates my guts. And where does that get me? No where.
I stood up from the piano, gathering up the papers I'd been studying with a sigh."Only another hour, Nicky. I'll be in my room then.." I disappeared up the stairs with a huff. But I paused instantly when I heard the sudden squeal of a tire. In confusion, I set the papers on the coffee table, walking towards the front door.
A glistening green eye was staring back at me through the peep-hole. I groaned, yet couldn't help but smile at the same time. Though I was thankful that he couldn't see that part.
Harry POV
"Are we almost there?" Niall whined, looking through the tinted window like a lost puppy. I dug around in my pocket for my headphones, hurrying to plug them into my phone."We're less than ten minutes away mate." Liam mumbled, looking out of the window in excitement.
I knew that I was excited to get to Liam's place. Because Rosa was there.
That simple thought made my head spin wildly. I used to hate her more than dirt. She was gum under my shoe. If someone were to tell me two years ago that I would end up being head over heels for her, I would've called them a doctor.
