Indecisive (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

02&03

02

"You're still here?" Harry asked as he walked into his kitchen where I stood making eggs.

"Good morning to you too Mr. grumpy face." I said flipping the eggs over and handed Harry a cup of coffee. "I figured you would want someone to help clean up and I was massively drunk and in no way shape or form was I ready to venture out in the world. Abandon the flock you know." I said sipping the coffee in my hands.

 Harry looked at me strangely as I eyed him up and down.

 "Spider Man boxers! Now that's something you don't see everyday." I said giggling.

 "In my defense, Louis got them for me for Christmas."

 "So you still wear them?" I asked cocking my head.

 "Yeah, well what about you miss bed head? You're brown hair's never been better." He said smirking at me.

 "I do not have bed head." I said smacking his arm lightly. "If I did have it, it would've been because I slept on the hard couch."

 "You could've slept in my bed and I could've taken the couch." Harry said with a stern look on his face.

 "No, no, it's your house, I didn't want to overstay my welcome. Plus, who knows what you keep back there." I paused to pick my purse up off the floor. "Well, that was fun, thanks for the great party." I said heading for the door.

 "Wait, Mel. Am I ever gonna see you again?" Harry asked awkwardly shifting from one foot to another.

 "I guess, seeing you in Spider Man boxers was really the deal breaker though." I smiled and waved goodbye as I walked out of his flat.

 As I got back in the car my phone buzzed with a notification from twitter. It read,

 '@Harry_Styles is now following you.'

 This day just kept getting better and better.

A/N; I'm revising all of the chapters and I just realised that chapter 3 got deleted! So i'm rewritting it and putting it at the bottom of this. 

03

After walking around my flat for awhile deciding on what to do for the rest of the day my phone started ringing bringing me out of my boredom. 

"Hello?" I said after clicking the answer button.

"Melanie! Hi it's Dan from the station."

"Hi Dan, how are you?" I answered walking into my room and taking a seat on my bed.

"I'm great thanks, I know it's your day off and you may have plans already, but do you mind coming down? We need you for an interview."

My eyebrows came together in confusion. This is the first time this has ever happened to me. "I guess I can come down. Isn't Nick working tomorrow?"

"He is... but the guests wanted you there personally." Dan said slowly like he didn't fully understand either.

"Whose the guests if I may ask." 

The sound of papers came from the other line, "Um.. One Direction."

I almost dropped my phone when the words came out of his mouth. I was not expecting that.

After I cleared my throat and got myself together, "I'll be there Dan. Thanks for the call."

I stood up off my bed and began pacing again over the fact that Harry had requested me to be in the interview. This must be some sick joke. I must be on Punk'd, why on Earth would Harry do this. I was so confused and honestly didn't want to waste my time thinking about this because he was just a guy I met at party. That flirted with you nonstop, my subconsious reminds me. I unlocked my phone and opened twitter, ready to ask Harry why the hell he wanted me to come.

'Just found out that I'm working tomorrow. So strange!' I typed in a Direct Message to Harry. Not even a second passes until I hear the little beep telling me that I got a message.

'I hope you didn't have to cancel any plans. I wanted to see you but didn't know how to reach you.'

'I didn't have plans, never fear. I'll be there. Hey, since you're dragging me down there on my day off, might I add, can you wear some superhero boxers?'

'I just checked and I actually have a pair wedged in the back corner of my drawer. I'm sending you my number so we don't have to comunicate over Twitter.'

'What if I just tweet it.'

'Then I would get a new number. There's no win for you.'

'Good point.'

After I saved his number and sending a simple Hi, the conversation kept flowing. It was nice to be able to talk to someone without having to worry about hurting their feelings with my sarcasticness. I talked to Harry for the rest of the day, and we finally stopped texting because he had to go do promotional work. Who knows. I was so scared still about the interview tomorrow. I knew something was going to happen and I honestly did not like the sound of that. I weighed my options about tomorrow, I could skip and just say I came down with the flu, but I would miss getting to see Harry again. Then on the other hand I could suck it up and go, and then have an awful time. I shook my head knowing that that couldn't happen.

A/N: Again I know that this is short, but it's hard to add something in the middle of chapters! Trust me when I say that the chapters get longer. I promise. x