I relax in my little apartment in London, my cat keeping me company.
I'm back to my natural hair color, brown, but I kinda like it, it falls over my shoulders while I'm on tumblr, I shouldn't be but I am, blogging.
My phone goes off, I immediately pick it up, thinking its Harry but seeing its my mom, I answer it.
"Hey." I greet, putting her on speaker.
"Hi angel." She greets cheerfully, she always thought I was an angel...nope.
"What are you up to?" She asks.
"Blogging, as usual." I giggle.
"Figures." I hear dad in the background say.
"Shut up." I tease, I hear him laughing in the background, I smile.
I haven't seen them in a while, I kinda miss them but my modeling career has been keeping me busy, kinda.
"How are things back home." I ask.
"The same." She says, I nod.
"How's Lola and Breezy?" I ask about our dogs.
"Growing old."
I smile a little, at least they're still alive.
"And the cats?" I always loved my cats.
"We have some new kittens." She says, I smile widely.
"I'll have to come visit now."
She laughs. "Maybe come back for Christmas this year?"
"That'd be good." I can tell she's smiling.
My phone beeps, I look at the screen seeing I have an incoming call coming from Harry, I ignore it, wanting to talk to my family.
He calls a few more times, leaving a voice mail.
"Well I should let you go mom, it's probably late over there." It's a little after 2:00 pm here so it's around 8:00 pm there.
"Oh my gosh, you're right, where'd the time go?" I giggle. "I'll talk to you later, Pam."
I smile. "Definitely."
"Bye."
"Bye."
We hang up.
I sigh and listen to a frantic voice mail from Harry. At least he cares...
I call him back, he immediately answers.
"Pam? Oh god, you're okay." He's frantic, I smile.
"No shit, why wouldn't I be okay?" I ask in a teasing tone.
"Why wouldn't you answer my calls?"
"I was talking to my mom."
He sighs in relief.
"Seriously Harry, don't get so worked up."
"Okay." He says, I know he'll still worry but I'm okay with that.
"So what's up?" He asks.
"Uhm, nothing much." I shrug even though he can't see me.
"You?"
"Tour is tour. Screaming, crazed girls but I love them."
I laugh. "That's good because we love you guys sooo much."
He chuckles. "I know, I read all those tweets, remember?"
I smile. "Yup."
We talk a while more, deep into the night until he lets me go at midnight, saying how I need to get my 'beauty sleep' I laughed silently at that.
I grab a midnight snack before collapsing in my bed and letting darkness take over me.
Strangely enough it's nightmares about him cheating then dumping me for a whore.
