Lost Words [discontinued]

{ Chapter 29-Belle }

(SONG: 1, 2, 3, 4- Plain White T's)

I sat criss-cross on the floor of Harry's room, a blanket wrapped around my body as I read The Odyssey. I hadn't gotten the time to finish it until now, and like Harry said, it was a very good book.

As I heard a faint buzzing sound, I looked up at my nightstand where there was dull shining from the screen of my phone. I pealed from the blanket and crawled across the floor to the nightstand, grabbing it and swiping away the lock key.

From Haz:

'I'm gonna take you out tonight. Wear something warm.'

I wasn't very excited to read the message and find out that Harry wanted to take me somewhere. I wasn't very up for it; or really anything for the matter. Generally, I was quite happy that Harry texted, but I was not really in the mood to participate in the plans that he had set out for us. Lately, he had been trying to drag me along with him and the boys in their daily activities and get me out of the house, when they weren't at rehearsals or interviews or publicity parties. To be honest, all I wanted to do was stay inside and have my own company and keep my mind occupied with my own thoughts, by myself. Today I just wanted to read and not go out with Harry, or anyone, but then again, I never wish to put him down. His face popped into my head; the downed eyebrows, the pouted lip, the sad eyes. I couldn't say no.

'Okay. Where are we going?'

'It's a surprise.'

I smiled slightly at his response. 'What time?'

'That shall remain a mystery. X'

I laughed at his choice of words, just because I knew that he loved to sound spontaneous and daring sometimes, and that secret being spilled from the lad of Bradford. I stood up, picking the blanket up from the carpet and laying it on the bed. Considering I wasn't given the useful information of what time Harry would be home, and refused to give it to me, I decided to get ready right away.

I walked out of the room and made my way into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped from my clothes and unbraided my hair and brushed it out, letting it fall to the lowest part of my back. Feeling it brush against my skin, I only then realized how urgent it was of my need of a trim. My hair had never been so long, and it made me cringe. On one hand, I found it so imperfectly beautiful that I began comparing myself to Miley Cyrus, back before she had cut it. And on the other hand, just looking at it made me want to shave it all off, though I was sure that I'd look even more unappealing than now.

I shrugged off the thought at went to the shower, letting my hand hover under the water, seeing if it had warmed. Once it got to the appropriate temperature, I stepped in. I stood underneath the shower head as the water poured over my face, quickly drenching my dark locks.

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I took a step out of the shower and dried off with one of the boys' towels, going into his room to change. As I made my way to the closet, I scanned the hangers for something that fit the standards of Harry's text; something warm. I wasn't sure why Harry told me to wear clothing as specific as that. Perhaps he would take me ice skating, or to the ski slopes downtown. I couldn't be sure.

I pulled out two appropriate shirts and laid them on the bed, along with a pair of black jeans and two sweaters, then took out a pink bra with matching boxer shorts and put them on. I couldn't decide on what to wear. I just stared down at my clothes, hands on my hips. Since I didn't know where we were going, I didn't know what kind of occasion to expect. If it would be fancy or unornamented. Despite the lack of given information, I went with a white, fitted shirt, black jeans, and a wool cardigan.

Once fully clothed, I made my way into the bathroom. The room was still a bit damp from my shower, but I didn't mind it much. I took my curler out of the cabinet and turned it on. As it warmed up, I applied eyeliner, winging it out on the sides, and mascara. I was just about to put on chap stick, the tube centimeters from my lips, when the memory of me getting ready for the party a couple months ago came to mind. How Louis told me to put on red lipstick instead; the lipstick I wore the night Harry told me I looked ravishing.