Rich Girls

Miss Marilyn Banks

Sorry it's a late update and it's short as well- this is all Harry's POV then I'll get back to Harry, Frankie and the main story line. stick with it!! Thanks for reading xx

I didn't make it to bed. The blast of sun light woke me from where I was on the sofa. In a blur of light and sore bones I knocked my phone from the coffee table. I picked up the already damaged iPhone and switched it on. Shit! 6 messages and a missed called. I typed in my pass code and it failed. "Bloody.... Who rings a guy 6 times anyway what's the time" I fall back onto the cushions and rub my palms over my aching head. I curse again after seeing I'd slept late and it's mowing verging on one o'clock. I finally get into my phone to see 2 missed calls from Frankie, 3 from Georgie and 1 from Niall. I open and scan the text taking in the information as I could. *have real good news for you to hear sweetie! 30 days to go! Xxxxxxx* I chuckled and flicked through my contacts til I found her name. I dialled the number and let it ring out the sharp tone pierced my sleepy ears and only added to my head ache. "Mornin gorgeous" her sweet tone soothed my aching body and I relaxed into the sofa. "Mornin kitten" I growled down the phone making her laugh "sooooo this news of yours" I hinted "oh I can't possibly tell you styles but it's completely fab" I chuckled "not even a hint?" "Nope-no-not at all!" She Chirped "goodbye Curley" she teased "Terah Chesca" she blew a dramatic kiss down the line before cutting the call. I shook my head- she's completely metal and I thinks that's why I fell so hard. That's when my thoughts flashed back to Eddy and how he gave me such a perspective on well life really. There's so much more that I know, I don't know about him and my curious side lead me back to 'Sherry's'- Marilyn's bar. I slowly got up and stumbled towards the bathroom. I peeled my dirty clothes from my torso and dropped them on the floor. I let the warm water engulf my body giving me a fresh feeling and reliving my bones slightly. I pulled back the curtain and scanned the room to find a towel; no luck. I don't often wash things I guess. Mum hates it when she comes over and finds things all over the floor but I can't be asked to be honest! I casually stroll out of the bath room completely starkers and find a clean towel in my washed but un ironed clothes. I pull my creased shirt over my still damp skin and struggle into my jeans. I rub my curls with a towel and grab my coat. I pull my old brown boots on and headed out the door stuffing my phone and keys in my pockets. I jogged the step (morning exercise I say) and swing the door open letting the blast of winter air hit. I shiver and swiftly made my way to the tube station. The beanie I had been clutching was now pulled over my hair and providing a slight disguise from fans. The journey to Sherry's was quick and by the time I reached the bar it was nearly 2 o'clock. The tin bell rang when I pushed open the weathered door and Marilyn spun one her toes to face me "Harry! Didn't expect you back so quick, you must be bored sweet!" She chuckled before pulling me into a hug. It was hard with Marilyn to find where to look. Her enormous chest is a prominent feature and when she hugs you it's kinda just chest and small arms. Anyway, she pulls away and glides behind the counter "drink?" She chirped. I nodded and she pulled a beer from the fridge and cracked off the top, sliding it down to me. "So what can I do for you young man" she questioned back to me whilst washing the glasses. "I wanted to know more about Eddy and I guessed you'd be the right girl to come to" she giggled before propping her self on her elbows on the bar. "Oh well Sir. Edward Reider my golly well I've known Eddy for oh well around 70 years" she paused and smiled as all her memories came flooding back. "He's a stubborn ol' git but in truth one of my best friends and I really mean that" her fingers entwined in her blonde ringlets. I didn't say anything, just let her tell her stories " I am his mangers daughter so I've know him all my life he was 13 and just startin out singin when I was born, I never had no brothers or sisters so Eddy was like my family. He moved away from England and lived with me and papa over in Texas when he was 17 and took the County scene by storm. He wasn't big over here in England I guess folks never heard much of his music. My papa made him a star and when he turned age 25 we moved to here, papa bought the bar and the rest is history!" She grabbed her self a beer before carrying on with her story of Eddy's life "it just so happened that a younger member of the royal family was a fan, I mean you couldn't think up a coincidence like that could you!" She threw her hand up and shook her head "anyway he got a knight hood for his contribution to music and his ongoing work with charities back in 96, best day of his god damn life" she downed the rest of her bottle and turned to look a me "he sounds like one hell of a guy"

"Oh you betcha he is! I loves him with all my heart. You made quite an impression on him Harry" my eyes widened at the thought that a man like Eddy would think I was someone special. "He said you made him see the brighter side of things and put the death of his wife into perspective" I didn't speak I didn't know how to. I offered Marilyn money for my drinks but she pushed it politely away. I slid off my high stool and walked to the door. I stepped back out into the freezing street and pulled my phone from my pocket; another 4 missed calls. What the hell is going on why are Georgie and Niall ringing me so much I dialled Georgie's number and a panicked voice answered down the line. "Hello...?"

"Oh god bloody finally Harry Jesus do you not answer calls you scared the shit out of me!" Georgie bellowed down the phone "what's going on why have I got so many missed calls"

"I was worried something might of happened to you! Dad told me about you storming out the car I wanted to check you made it home ok and you didn't answer so I was freakin out!"

"Georgie I'm fine" I shook my head

"Anyway Zayn and Perrie are coming over tonight was wondering if you wanted to join us we're going to the funky Buddha"

"Yeah that would be great shall I get to yours for 7" so it was set, meet at Georgie and spend the night getting pissed- sounds great. I took the lift to my top floor apartment and kicked off my boots before slumping on my sofa and grabbing my laptop. I flicked through my twitter feed and emails not realising how much time I'd lost today. I glanced at the wall clock- 6pm oh shit I'm going to be late if I don't get ready now. I climbed back in the shower for the second time in 5 hours and dried my hair with Gemma's old hair drier and pulled on my white shirt, black jeans and aviator jacket. After brushing my teeth and slipping on my suede Chelsea boot I made my way to the basement car park. I jumped in the drivers seat and pulled away in the direction of the Perrins household in Westminster.