When Beatle Met Lennon // h.s

Chapter Six - The Colour of Extraordinary

Six - The Colour of Extraordinary

“Hey, chicka. Call me back when you get this.”

“Woman! Answer your damn phone!”

 “KATRINA SOPHIA ELLINGSON! ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?”

“Amy’s about to rip my head off, Kitty. I think you should answer your phone.”

“Ah, just realized you might still be asleep. Sorry about that. Call me or Mikayla when you wake up, girly. Also did you know that your bed is awfully comfy?”

I snort after listening to all the voice messages from Amy and the one from Mikayla. I glance at the clock on my phone, squinting slightly due to the bright light emanating from the phone’s screen.  3:42AM.

Why the hell were they calling me at 3:42 in the morning? I can’t believe they stayed out that late! I go to call Amy, but stop. What did she mean my bed was ‘awfully comfy’?

I glanced around the room, taking in the thick velvet curtains blocking the sun that certainly weren’t mine.  Well damn, I think to myself. Knowing me, I probably got lost on my way home and someone kidnapped me.

Although, this was a pretty cool bedroom and very luxurious, not where I’d expect to find myself waking up after someone kidnapped me.

I heave myself out of the bed, taking in the dress I was currently wearing. I rack my brain, trying to pull up last night’s events. When I do, I cringe slightly.

Oh, that’s right. Meeting Harry, naming him Beatle, dressing up and exploring London with him. Singing on the streets, singing When She Loved Me, running away from Liam and Harry. And then meeting Eleanor and Louis.

I remember agreeing to come back to the boys place but after that not much else.  There’s something else though, a conversation I hadn’t meant to hear, albeit only fragments of it.

I yawn and stretch, shaking out my hair. I trudge over to the massive wardrobe and open the double doors, shifting through the drawers and hangers. Although I know this is an invasion of privacy, I really needed to get out of these clothes.

I finally settle on an oversized black Ramones t-shirt (oversized on me anyway) and some grey trackie bottoms. I leave my bra and underwear on, feeling slightly unclean. As soon as I get home, I’m making a bee line for the shower.

I finger brush through my hair, wincing as they catch on knots, before chucking it up into a loose pony tail and heading into the hall. I glance left and see a stair case leading down. I’m hoping it leads to the kitchen because I’m starving. I send out a quick text to Amy telling her I’m fine and that I just stayed at a friend’s house for the night. I told her I’d be back around 10ish.

Finding the kitchen after walking around the bottom floor of the house for a while, I head straight for the fridge. I find a tub of chocolate ice-cream in the freezer and spoons in the top drawer to the left of the fridge. Not finding any bowls, I just stick my spoon in and start eating from the tub, sitting atop the kitchen counter.  I nearly moan at the chocolatey goodness assaulting my taste buds and start shovelling more into my mouth.

I get up from the bench and, shoving the tub under one arm with the spoon sticking out of my mouth, use the other hand to rifle through the pantry for any other chocolatey sweets. My fingers brush across a packet of somethings, making it crinkle. I reach in further and grasp it, pulling it out.

Across the top in bold yellow letters say REESE’S. My eyes widen and I let out an excited squeal around the spoon. I start jumping slightly. Reese’s peanut butter cups are probably one of favourite types of chocolate. I absolutely adore the flavour.