The Second Time Around

Chapter Two

Why hello everyone! Chapter Two is here! I hope you all enjoy it! xo

Chapter 2 (Harry’s perspective)

I take Lucy up to Louis’s bedroom so she can call her mom to say goodbye in private. Seeing the look on her face when I told her was absolutely priceless! I love being able to spoil her and give her things that she wouldn’t normally get. Like a trip to the United States, for example. Her eyes lit up like I’d never seen them light up before. She doesn’t realize it, but she’s a beautiful girl. Growing up and having her as a best friend, I never really noticed. I didn’t care what she looked like much at all, for that matter. We weren’t friends because of what we looked like to each other. I liked her from the beginning. She’s easy to get along with, she’s a little quiet, but not too quiet, and she’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met aside from my mum. I didn’t really notice how beautiful she was until I came back from the Up All Night American tour last year. It’s like when I left she was still thirteen year old Lucy that I’d known my whole life, and when I got home and saw her after being apart for so long, she’d become Lucy with shiny dark brown hair all the way down her back and amazing blue-grey eyes and curves and a perfect smile and dare I say it, mammaries. It definitely took me off guard. Whoever gets to keep her one day will be a lucky guy. Well, whomever I allow to take her away from me, that is.

The boys were all for it when I told them that I wanted to take her with us on our next tour. They offered to help however they could. Zayn volunteered to pick up her luggage earlier before we got to Louis’s. Louis offered his house to us to hang out at to keep her away from her own so she wouldn’t notice all of her clothes missing. Of course I wanted her to spend the night at my house last night. Otherwise it would have been suspicious. We always sleep together the night before I have to go for a while. Well, not that way. Of course not. I may have my fair share of experience with women and lady friends, but I have dignity. She’s too valuable to me to risk our relationship. Not that I’ve thought about it before. Because I definitely haven’t. She’s like a sister to me. Most of the time.

When the limo picks us up from Lou’s house, we all have the same idea: sleep. Liam and Niall and Zayn crash on the pillows on the floor of the limo. I stretch out over the seats and sleep in Lucy’s lap. Louis sleeps on her shoulder. It’s kind of strange that Louis and I are closest with her. Lucy’s my best girl friend, and Lou’s my best guy friend. It’s weird that they think of each other and me the same way. It’s kind of cool, too.

The ride is fantastic. I watch Lucy’s eyes sparkle as she steps onto the private jet hired to fly us to New York. I’m proud of myself for thinking of bringing her and making her this happy. As it’s midnight when we get on the plane, we all give into exhaustion and head straight for the bunks. I pick one under Lucy’s. I sleep for about two hours on my own. I wake up and for once it’s too cold, even for me. I love warm weather but I prefer it to be pretty cool inside. I step out of the bunk and poke my head over the side of hers. She’s fast asleep. I poke her in the arm lightly and she wakes up easily. I make shooing movements with my hands and she obliges and scoots towards the wall on her other side. I climb up and under the covers next to her. She’s so warm, it's like she is my personal space heater. I sleep easier when I’m near her. The guys say I talk in my sleep when I’m on tour. She hasn’t mentioned it to me once, though.

The second time I wake up, I don’t want to get up. I feel so warm and comfortable. My fingertips in my left hand are tingling because of the lack of circulation to them from my arm being draped over her shoulders. My right arm is snaked under her head like a pillow. I feel her back pressed against my chest. Our legs are tangled together. The air feels thick, but not in a claustrophobic, uncomfortable way. Stuffy, but at the same time, comforting. Like I could reach out my hand a sweep away a thick fog of it and make patterns in it like smoke. I slip out of the bunk and see that everyone else had headed to the front of the plane already. I wait on Lucy to follow me and I loop my pinky with hers and walk with her to join them.