Butterfly Who Forgot To Fly...

Ch-14 Rehearsals!

Anastasia's P.O.V
The next four days went before they came, we were so busy in rehearsals that we couldn't even think of doing anything else. I shouldn't say this, but Simon is a man-bitch. I mean seriously! He gets us so overworked! Man, Scooter is a lot better, he knows when an artist needs a break and when he needs to double up the effort. I wonder how these boys are bearing him!
"You've got to be kidding me," Niall said, folding his arms across his chest. He stared at Simon in his White teeshirt and shook his head. "You can't expect us to practice four more hours! We've been practicing since nine-thirty AM and now it's 8PM!"
Harry, Louis, me and Liam line outside the studio door leaned forward to eves drop. It was a long wait to get into the studio as Niall and Simon were having a huge argument.
"Aw, come on." Niall yelled frustrated. "It's been hours Simon. We're just humans!"
Simon raised an eyebrow."Famous humans."
Niall sighed. "But still humans, not robots!"
Niall's eyes were way too bright blue, I noticed: the colour of the ocean. It looked like he was wearing coloured contact lenses. Simon shrugged, abruptly bored.
"Whatever. Have a break for a day then."
Niall slid past him, quickly, as if afraid Simon might catch him and give him extra work.
"Yes!" Louis whisper-shouted, "Let's go eat now, away from the man-bitch!"
I just dug my elbow into his ribs, but didn't answer.
"Guys, it's nine-o-clock and since we've a break tomorrow and day after tomorrow lets watch a movie!" Liam announces excited picking up a banana from the dining table.
"Day after tomorrow?! I thought it was just tomorrow.." I ask confused. I remember Simon only stated for a day.
"Yep. That's true. But, tomorrow we're going to a tree house resort and we won't be back before late day after tomorrow. That's the plan and its final." Liam says, tossing the banana peel into the bin beside the sofa.
"Wow! You can do that?" I ask.
"No darling, we can't. But we will, because the idiot hasn't left us any other choice!"
"Ooo-okay!" I give in. After all I agree with them.
"Where's Louis and Harry, and Niall?" I ask.
"Niall has gone grocery shopping. And Harry and Louis are upstairs playing FIFA." Liam replies, settling himself on the couch beside me.
"Liam can we watch Exorcist?" I really wish to, I've never watched it after first 15 minutes." I say, moving towards the television to insert the DVD.
"Sure Anastasia, whatever you like," he says. "Plus it's a horror movie and I like horror movies!"
I insert the DVD and the movie starts. I rest my head on Liam's shoulder and he rests his head on mine and that's how we watch the rest of the movie.

Harry's P.O.V
"Come on Lou, accept that you lost!" We're sitting in Louis' room cross legged just having finished our eighth round of FIFA.
"No Harry, you accept that you lost, you cheated!" Louis glares at me.
"Come on Louis, it's your fault you didn't use the remote while playing!" I say smiling showing my dimples.
"Really Harry? Would you mind telling who sat on my remote and pretended that you couldn't find it, while you were the only one chasing the ball!" Louis exclaims frustrated.
"Uh..okay there. It was my fault. Ha ha." I try to lighten his mood, hugging him from behind his waist, resting my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Lou?" I say in my most apologetic voice, knowing he'll forgive me.
Louis crossed his arms around my arms which are holding him by his waist.
"Okay Harry," he says, "we both know how much of a terrible player you are." He laughs.
"Hmmmm. I'm going to check on Anastasia downstairs. Will be back in a few." I say lifting my head off his shoulders and walking towards the door. I shut the door behind me to a Louis shouting, "Get me my Mango Shake, Harry!".
As I walk downstairs humming to myself I see Anastasia laying her head on Liam's shoulders and Liam doing the same.
I don't know why, but I suddenly feel a burning rage inside me, and I just can't seem to control it. It's not like that I like Anastasia, it's just that I'm angry because they've left the television on while sleeping so close to each other. At least that's the reason I tell myself.
I walk towards the television and turn it off, and gently lift Anastasia off Liam and carry her bridal style to her own room upstairs.
"Now now...much better!" I whisper to myself as I place her on her bed.
"You look so cute when you're asleep" I whisper to myself again.
"I'm awake Harry," she says her eyes still closed, "this is not some dumb fan-fic where you'll lift me up and I'm sleeping drugged that I have no idea when someone picked me up." She mumbles.
"Oh..."
"Yeah. And thank you, I know I look cute." She mumbles again.
"Oh..well, you're welcome I guess?" I say, rubbing the back of my neck with my fingers. This is awkward.
"Goodnight Harry." She speaks almost unconscious.
"Goodnight Anna" I say. I'm about to leave the room when I hear her speak again.
"Goodnight hug Harry?" She looks at me, her arms wide open asking me for a hug.
"Of course." I smile, and I gently hug her. We stay like that for a while, but this time she drifts into unconsciousness and I gently release myself from the hug.
I walk back out, turning the lights of her room off and closing the door behind me. I need to go back and make Louis his Mango Shake.

Third Person's P.O.V

Anastasia was lying on her bed pretending to be asleep- for her own benefit, not anyone else's- when she heard Harry finally leaving. She opened her eyes and began wondering if Harry would be able to help her with the Mystery Door at Justin's house. Yes, it had been seven days since she was here but no, she had not forgotten about the door. At least not yet. She had to see what was behind it, and she knew one thing, it wasn't pleasant and she couldn't do it alone.
She was clutching her diary, her bright hair escaping out of braids. She leaned against the bed frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the idea of what could be behind the door produced. Whatever it was, she was sure it was related to Justin's ex-girlfriend. But what could it be? What could be such a big secret behind it that no one knew or those who knew wouldn't tell, like Scooter. She needed someone's help. She needed it. And right now Harry seemed to be the only one, because in these seven days she had got closer to him, than any of the other boys. Sure, she was friends with other boys too, but with Harry it was like that Harry had already broken the barrier between them, as he first shared his secret place with her. And maybe that was the reason she decided that next day she'd talk to Harry about. She needed him. But it's quiet right now, it's night. Maybe this is the only time she has got with Harry because most of the times he's surrounded with other boys.
So she dashed out of her room and down the stairs, pausing only to shove the dairy back into her jacket pocket. She reached outside the kitchen, where she was sure he would be. For a moment the thought of not telling Harry came to her mind again but then she pushed it away.
She knocked on the kitchen door.
Harry jumps, startled.
"Anna? I thought you slept." He says, pouring the shake into a glass.
"I did. But,.." she says unable to find herself to bring the right words out of her mouth.
"You want to talk about something?" He says, still pouring the shake into the glass.
"Uh-huh."
"Okay, wait. I'll come back, once I hand over this glass back to Louis". He says as he walks out of the kitchen.

Anastasia's P.O.V
After Harry comes, I tell him everything. That has been on my mind related to the door, he listens to me intently. Humming when required, furrowing his eyebrows taking everything I say seriously.
"So what you're telling me is that you want my help to look what's behind the door, because he won't let you?" Harry asks furrowing his eyebrows, looking at the glass placed in front of him.
"Yeah" I reply.
"Okay, we'll need a plan for that Anastasia. We just can't go to your and his house and inspect suddenly. He might know someone came, and judging by the way he's so possessive of whatever's behind that door, he'll definitely come to know who it was." He says, thinking hard.
"I know Harry, that's what I need your help with." I say gently holding him by his arm.
"Tomorrow at the Tree-House Resort we can discuss this. Till then I'll have enough time thinking about the situation properly. Okay?" He asks, still keeping his gaze fixed on the glass.
"Okay," I say, "by the way Harry?"
"Hmm?" He asks.
"What do you think could be behind that door?" I ask.
"I don't know Anastasia. Justin is a very secretive person. He's definitely not an open book. It could be anything," he pauses, "but what I can confirm you is that whatever is behind that door is definitely not good. So be prepared for the worst." He speaks looking concerned.
"Hmm" I mumble.
"Anyways Anastasia, I think you should sleep. It's already 1AM." He says, rubbing my arm.
"Yeah, I think you're right." I reply, rubbing my eyes. I really am tired. But talking to Harry has relieved my somewhat of tension and I'm glad about it.
"Goodnight Harry!" I reply as I make my way back up to the stairs to my room.
"Goodnight." he replies.

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