I Wish

Chapter 6

Harry carries in the bag and empties it onto the floor. Plastic bowls, salsa, sour cream, and various types of chips. He is humming a tune I don't recognize.

I reach for some tortilla chips and dip on in the salsa.

"So like, I don't even know what type of band you guys are. Like, nobody told me." I say, shoving the chip in my face.

"Just listen to us practice," says Louis, standing and walking to the wall.

The other boys follow and they huddle into a small circle. I hear whispers and then they all nod and seperate.

"Ok wwe're going to sing you a song that we wrote a little while ago, It's called 'What Makes you Beautiful'." sayd Harry, sounding ever so slightly nervois.

Niall picks up a guitar that I hadn't noticed before and Louis counts them off.

They begin to sing, harmonizing perfectly. Theyre voices melting my inside. I close my eyes and sway to the music. I listen to Harry do a small solo. He sounds absolutely fantastic.

Eventually the song is over and I'm a little disapointed.

"You guys are... like, amazing!" I scream.

Emma nods.

"I like, don't even know what to say, I didnt' like expect you to be THAT good, like, you just blew my mind."

Harry blushes and all the boys chuckle.

"We can sing another for you, if you'd like," Zayn offers.

"Absolutely!"

Just as they are about to start to sing, my phone starts blasting Miley Cyrus' 'We Cant Stop'.

"I'm sorry, it's my boyfriend, I hve to go take this."

I run into the other room and answer the phone.

"Hey, Alex, I'm with my friend, can we talk later?"

"I was just wondering when your comin home. You werent home when I got home from work.''

"Sorry I just really wanted to meet up with Becka, so wer at her place catching up."

"Well I wated you to be home when I got off work, and you weren't. So I think you need to come home. Now."

He sounds stern. Theres obviously no point arguing with him. He wants me home, I'm going home.

"Ok, I'm on my way.''

I look up an notice Harry has entered the room and is looking at me, concerned.

"I, umm, I have to go." I say grabbing my purse and heading to the door.

"Why, you just got here?"

"It's just... nothing, my boyfriend just wants me home.

"Oh... ok, it was nice having you here," I can hear the hurt in his voice, "I hope you can come to another practice sometime."

I try to smile, but I'm sure it comes out looking completely idiotic and fake. Then I say goodbye and go home.