Trace

Chapter 44

Harry: good morning, beautiful. i just booked your flight tomorrow for 9:30 am. have a good night's sleep tonight since u gotta be up early! call me when u wake. love u xx

I smile at the text from Harry and rub my tired eyes.

~i'll call u in a bit. i gotta get dressed for niall's

Harry: i want to hear ur voice :(

~blahblahblah

Harry: it fucking sucks here. classes are so b o r i n g

~aww well you'll get used to it :)

Harry: go get dressed. the faster u get done the faster i can hear u

I laugh quietly and put down my phone. I consider whether or not I should text Niall or not, but I decide to just text him when I'm ready to leave.

I put on a blue tshirt that has gotten sort of tighter since the last time I remember. I walk over to my mirror and debate if my boobs are sticking out too much. In the back of my mind, I hear Harry's voice accusing me of wanting other people to think I am an innocent prude, even though he told me to forget that.

It's not that simple.

I decide to wear the shirt after all. It really is not inapproppriate at all, I just overthink things sometimes. I pull on a pair of white shorts and put on my black vans.

I remove my braid from my hair and discover that it is still a little damp from my shower last night. I flip my head over and tie it up in a bun, not caring if I look like a weirdo or not.

I don't consider putting on any makeup; my mum is not home to question the almost invisible bruises on my face. Besides, we will be working and sweating probably with moving his furniture and my eye makeup would probably end up smearing anyway.

I put lipbalm on my pink lips and apply some deoderant and two spritzes of perfume.

All done.

Harry: it's been 1289 hours hurry up

I frown down at my phone at the impatient boy and ignore his text. He can wait.

I run down the stairs to eat a banana and some toast, then head back up the stairs to brush my teeth, and at last retrieve my suitcase. Thankfully, Niall is allowing me to crash the night at his new place and then drive me to the airport tomorrow.

~I'm on my way over. See you in a few :)

I send the text to Niall and scroll back to Harry to dial his number.

"It's about time," he groans into the receiver.

"Shut up," I giggle.

"What are you doing now?"

"Well I am in my car, heading over to Niall's house," I tell him.

"You're on the phone with me while you're driving?"

"Yes. . ."

Harry groans. "Put down your phone, I don't want to distract you."

I laugh. "Harry, I'm fine! It's not like I'm text-"

"Hang. Up. The. Phone. Now," he growls.

"Don't you want to talk to me?" I pout.

"Of course I wanna fucking talk to you. But if something were to happen while you were talking to me I could never forgive myself."

"Okay, Harry. Bye."

"Love you," he chirps before I hang up the phone.

Soon enough, I pull up to Niall's house and see him outside in a loose tank top with sunglasses shading his eyes.