Capturing Beauty

Nine

"RACHEL SOMETHING MATHEWS! Get your ass out of bed." Someone screamed violently in the early hours of the morning.

Morning.

It was morning, and I had spent the entire night out with Harry Styles until 4 AM. And he had a concert tonight, and I was sure he had to wake up way earlier than me.

And I spent the entire night alone in a random castle in the middle of nowhere with Harry, just Harry.

Frannie's wild morning hair settled into view as well as the consistent ringing of my alarm coming from my phone placed somewhere on the floor around my lonely bed. She was sprawled out over her pure white comforter, scrolling through her own phone, wearing nothing but a short white t-shirt and last night's underwear.

Yup, that was my friend.

"Dude," she blurted as I fell out of bed with a thud in search of my overly loud phone. "What the heck happened to you last night? You guys never came back into the restaurant like Ni said what was supposed to go down."

So that was his original plan? There was no castle at first.

I thought back to what exactly happened with Harry and I in those darkened hours we spent together. Once we on the same page of becoming friends again everything kind of just fell into place.

The two of us talked about the most random stuff, nothing too personal, but it was okay because I was with Harry again and we were actual friends. We put all the bullshit that happened before that night behind us, learning more about each other.

"Well, Frannie, Harry brought me out to the middle of fucking nowhere so we could talk." I confessed, shutting off the alarm my phone graced us with. The notifications rolled in as I switched the 'do not disturb' option off, most from instagram and others from twitter. I guess that picture Niall posted last night sparked something in the fandom. Comments I was tagged in persistently asked if the two of us were dating or if I was with Harry, laughing to myself at how absurd this all was I decided to switch up my twitter bio.

I take pictures of singers who think they're cool // single as a pringle (; // croc enthusiast

Hopefully that would get everyone off my back about whether or not I was dating anyone.

"And what exactly happened out in the middle of nowhere?" Fran asked, head perched up by her chin looking over at me as I layed on the hotel carpeting scrolling through my twitter feed.

"Nothing like what you're thinking!! We only talked, I swear."

"Mhmm, 'just talked'."

"I don't have time for this," huffing, I retreated into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the busy day I had ahead.

- - - -

When Frannie and I finally got to the arena an hour later than we agreed upon because she couldn't decide on an outfit, the boys were running through some stuff on the stage. We tried to sneak past them and stay out of sight so we wouldn't interrupt, but me being me I accidently tripped over a chair or two. No one could have not noticed me falling onto my ass due to the loud obnoxious laughter coming from Frannie.

"Rachel," Niall spoke into his mic, voice tired from laughter. "I think the point is to go around the chairs, not fall over them."

"Ya know Niall," I said standing up from my previous position on the floor. "I had no idea. Thank for telling me."

All the boys cracked up at my sarcastic comment, unable to focus on the work they were supposed to be doing. I grabbed Frannies arm and pulled her backstage before I could do anything else to embarrass myself infront of anyone.