Mine For The Summer [Harry Styles]

Part 11

*Harry’s Point of view*

When I got back to the bed and breakfast the boys were in the same crazy mood that they had been when I’d left, it was like a madhouse!

 No sooner had I got through the door when Louis jumped on my back and Niall tried to rugby tackle me- which ended up with the three of us crashing to the floor.

“Where’ve ya been mate?” Louis asked me once we had all gotten up from our heap on the floor and brushed ourselves off.

“Yeah where’ve ya been, where’ve ya been, where’ve ya been?” Niall spoke jumping up and down on the spot like a little kid after too many sweets, I swear if I hadn’t of been around him for so long then I wouldn’t have been able to understand him through the thick Irish accent.

“I’ve.... errrrm.... been out...” I was reluctant to tell the boys about Freya, seeing as though we’d only met about 24 hours ago, but that didn’t stop me from spilling everything once we were all gathered round the small seating area with our mugs of tea.

“Ooh, she sounds nice” Louis chimed in between his gulps of tea; the other boys nodded their heads in agreement as they too sipped their drinks.

“She is you know... She really is. I just feel really bad for her. Like we’ve been out once, and I already got her in trouble with her mum!” I admitted, feeling myself blush (which is a first in ages actually).

I was about to tell them all about how crazy her mum had acted when she had seen us, and how out of it she seemed- when the lady who owned the bed and breakfast knocked on our door and politely asked us to go to bed, as it was late and she’d had complaints of noise.

Huh, people think five boys sitting on a sofa and talking is loud? They want to try being on stage with music blurring out of speakers all around you, your own voice echoing around the room and the screams of thousands of fans ringing in your ears.

The next morning I woke up and immediately checked my phone to see if Freya had text, and much to my disappointment she hadn’t.

I smelt food so followed my nose out of my room and down to a kitchen type area where Niall was sat, stuffing his face with pancakes.

He didn’t even look up from his plate, just simply pointed to the door at the other side of the room.

 I guessed this was where the other boys were and went through it, where I discovered a sleepy looking Liam and Zayn sat cross legged on a sofa with their own pancakes in their laps.

I took the spare plate from the counter at the back of the room and joined them in front of the TV and we all ate our munch. I have to say, they were probably the nicest pancakes I had eaten in a long time...

I really would have to thank the B&B owner lady for them... Also it would probably have to learn her name as well.

We watched the news for a while- not through choice just because we were all simply too lazy to reach for the remote and turn it off.

Same old same old; some poor innocent person was killed, some celebrity was seen out with another, there was a scandal including a politician and some money- ooh! Apparently the weather was meant to be staying good all week...

I went back up to my own room and quickly showered; I wrapped a towel around my waist and flopped down onto my bed.

After scrolling down my twitter mentions for a while (jeez, some of my fans were feeling very sexual this morning) I checked once more to see if Freya had texted me- no such luck.

So being the gentlemen I am, I decided to initiate the first move- just to let her know that I did actually want a reply.

Ten minutes passed and still no reply, what would a girl be doing at 5 past 10 in the morning that meant she was unable to quickly check her phone? I decided to text one last time- just a smiley face and an ‘x’ this time- before putting my phone screen-down on the bedside table, and settling down back into the cool crisp  sheets...