Wish [Harry] On Hold

10 | T h e a t r e

Dedicated to xBeautyRisesx for being an incredible writer, graphics creator and friend, ily x

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IT HAD BEEN THREE WEEKS since the night of Louis' party and both Harry and I had returned to doing our own separate things - much to my dismay. I'd loved to have invited him back to mine for another cuppa but things seemed to have returned to normal. Sadly.

I was stuck at a computer during the day and then I turned into a painter overnight. Harry had become so much better since Sally's betrayal. He was smiling again, looking happier and more beautiful every single day and I wanted to just lay one on him whenever he passed the repairs office to leave for his coffee break.

He hardly ever arrived in the coffee shop any more, not even to chat with Louis or Liam. Or me, I may add. It seemed like he had moved on from everything, including my friendship, as he so blatantly stated that night I was at his.

"Why, Harry? Why?" I'd wanted to yell at him at the time. Why did he have to friend-zone me so fucking hard when I was so terribly head-over-heels for him. It was torture. I was genuinely surprised that he couldn't see just how hopelessly obsessed I was with him. I should have been locked in an asylum by now.

"Jane, love," Fiona's voice broke me out of my daydream. I looked over to her and saw her holding out some change to me. "Don't suppose you could get me a latté?"

I nodded and took the money from her. I left the office and made my way across the street, smiling at Louis as I entered the building and made my way up stairs to the seating area. It was relatively quiet for once and I pondered whether I could actually be bothered to sit and draw for an hour. Which was very unlike me.

Truthfully, the only thing on my mind was Harry. Not art. Well, that was unless you considered him as a piece of art. In my eyes, he was a masterpiece.

Once I'd turned and left, Fiona's money still in hand, I made a quick right turn and headed towards home. Perhaps a bit of television would interest me?

Probably not, you just want Harry, as usual, you absolute freak, my subconscious scoffed and I just bit my lip. Maybe I was thinking of him a little too much? He had better things to do with his life than worry about me and I ... well, sadly I couldn't say the same for myself. I wanted to worry about him, to help and put a smile on his face.

Though, if I kept up my creepy obsessed act for much longer, he'd most certainly not be smiling. He'd be screaming. And running. Screaming and running for help.

I threw my coat down when I got inside and flopped down onto the couch. With a quick scroll through all of my favourite channels, I let out a frustrated sign when discovering there was nothing on. There never seemed to be at lunchtimes. It was always in the evening that I found TV the most enjoyable.

"Meh," I groaned as I switched it off and lay back on the sofa, toeing off my heels as I did. Looks like I was just going to have a forty-five minute snooze. However, I never even managed to succeed with that.