After Winter - Harry Styles [Wattys 2013]

Chapter Seventeen

~Emily~ 

Everything I expected happened. 

Most of the female population of Knox at least bumped into me or approached me and confirmed if I really knew Harry. Their questions were so overused, their compliments were sickening, and their ways of getting close to me so they would see Harry were so obvious.

So I had no choice but to go back to Harry's flat irritated, slamming the door closed once I was already inside, calling out for Harry, telling him I was already home. There was no response though. So I shrugged off my messenger bag on the couch before heading towards the kitchen and grabbing a glass of orange juice.

When I reached the fridge, a yellow sticky note caught my eye quickly. I peeled it off the fridge door, reading the messy handwriting I've grown used to. 

'Rehearsals and soundcheck today. If you want to go, it's at First Midwest Bank, Ampitheatre at Tinley Park. See youuu' 

I shook my head at his handwriting before stuffing the note in my pocket, grabbing the box of orange juice and heading to my room. I had tons of requirements to finish so I probably won't watch their rehearsals today. It's gonna be boring, I assume. Since they'll be doing blocking only.

I fished my notebooks and pens out, grabbing the pictures I would need to submit to Professor Watkins and Professor Wesley. I only met two Professors today; probably because we only have Psychology and Physics for Monday.

Just as I was about to start doing the requirements, my phone buzzed in my pocket, making me grunt as I fished it out, sliding the screen to read the message typed below the contact section.

'From: Harry

Are you home yet?'

I typed in a short reply before placing my phone on top of the desk, placing it aside before continuing the requirements needed for tomorrow. Binders, folders, notebooks, pens, profiles, pictures, and High School data. And here I was thinking Harry submitted my High School data, sigh. 

~*~ 

It wasn't that long before I heard the front door creak open, my head quickly perking up from my position on the couch. I placed my glass of soda and bag of crisps on the coffee table, seeing Harry yank his coat off, chucking it on the coat rack before plopping on the space next to my position.

"Let me guess, you were mobbed again, huh?" I ask, turning to see how exhausted he looked. He breathed deeply, heaving a deep sigh before slumping on the couch and nodded. 

I laughed, turning fully to him with a mischievous grin, "You know, this can be good. I mean, with all that running you'll be doing for this year because of the tour, you'll gain biceps and abs instead of those baby fats you've got there." I said, pinching his stomach, getting away with it before his hand smacked mine.

I laughed even harder, taking a sip of the soda on the coffee table before resuming to the eigh o' clock news on channel seven. He glimpsed at the teli, his eyebrow perking up, "You seem relaxed.  First day went well?" He asked, his full attention on me.

I shrugged, "So-so. I couldn't get away from those fangirls of yours, though. They keep asking me if I am the girl you enrolled in Knox. They were all so sickly sweet and kept complimenting me a lot on my sense of style and my attitude. Honestly, it was so disgusting." I gagged, cringing at the thought of those girls wearing huge jumpers and yet very short shorts.

He winced as well, shaking his head as if to gag everything out. "Well, at least you know what I feel now. Getting mobbed and all." He said, grinning sheepishly at me. I rolled my eyes at him, munching on the bag of crisps I laid down on the coffee table.