No Foundations

Don't be stupid. - Chapter 19

Remington's POV

I woke up the next morning to my phone blasting How We Do by Rita Ora. I jolt awake and try to reach it on my nightstand without moving. In the process I unfortunately woke up Harry.

"Is that Rita Ora?" He laughs at me. I reach my phone and look at the caller ID. It's Sasha. I hit talk.

"Hey! Hold on quick." I tell her on the other line and put my hand against the microphone part of my phone. "Yes, it is Rita. I have a really intense girl crush on her. Don't hate." He laughs at me again.

"I wont judge." He says laying back on the pillow.

"Your morning voice is the sexiest thing I have ever heard." I confess. Then kiss him on the cheek. He smiles at me as I put the phone back to my ear.

"Alright, sorry about that. Hey girl!"

"Have you been sleeping?" She asks with a bothered tone in her voice.

"Yes?" I question. "It's not even noon here." I reach over to the nightstand to grab Harry's watch and make sure I'm right. I was, it's 10:30.

"We were supposed to talk today remember! You're supposed to be filling my in on why the heck you've been chilling with the boys of One Direction!" Her voice starts rising in pitch.

"Hey, chill. Let me explain. They're under Simon Cowell's label, remember?" I tell her and she yeahs on the other line. "Well, that's who I'm

interning for, remember?" I fell like I have to spell this out to her or else she will never believe me. I never would.

"Cut to the chase, Remi." She says frustrated.

"Alright, geez, ya know this is the nicest wake up call I've ever gotten." I laugh at her and I can practically hear her roll her eyes at me. I sigh, "Simon gave me an intern project after hearing me mix this girl's single. I'm helping create One Direction's new album." The other end of the line goes silent for a second. I know what's coming.

"Stfu." She whispers. Alright, maybe I don't know what's coming. I was expecting her to scream.

"I'm completely serious." I say and she goes quiet for a second. Wait, now I know what's coming. I move the phone 3 feet away from my head and she screams bloody murder. Harry looks at me in alarm.

"Don't worry about it, she's a very loud person." I whisper, explaining to him. He laughs and Sasha comes back to me.

"Who was that? Who are you with right now? I thought you said you were sleeping?" she puts the pieces together. "Oh. My. God. Remington Cartwright you bad, bad girl!" She says with too much approval in her voice. "Who are you with right now?"

"Nobody! Leave me alone!" Harry's face drops. I groan. "Alright fine, I'm with Harry, but we aren't having sex!" I blush at the fact that he's sitting right here, listening to me explain this to my best friend. Sasha laughs.

"Why not!? Remington Cartwright! Harry Styles is in your bed! Get some!" I close my eyes in embarrassment because I'm pretty sure Harry heard that. He's barely containing his laughter. I give him an annoyed look and shove him off the bed.

"Will you stop!?" I yell at her. "We were just getting to know each other and both fell asleep. Leave me alone." I whine. She laughs.

"Mhm because that makes it sound any better." She says sarcastically. Just kill me now, please. "Let me talk to Harry!"

"No! I don't think you realize people need to prepare before they meet or talk to you. You've a very overbearing person." I say and she gives me an annoyed 'whatever' on the other line.

"What are you afraid he'll like me more? Everyone always said I was the more exciting one." She teases.

"This is yet again one of those moments where I wish you were here just so I could punch you in the face." I say flatly.

"Calm down, cupcake. Now give the phone to Harry!" She demands and I sigh.

"If you embarrassing me in any way..." I trail off, warning her. Then I lean over the bed to give the phone to Harry, who is still on the ground. "Do you want to talk to a mental patient?" I say into the phone so she can hear.

"You are such a brat sometimes." She laughs.

"Yeah, I guess I can do that." Harry smiles grabbing the phone from my hand and putting it to his ear. "Hello? ....yeah....yeah...oh good to know!" I can't hear the other end of the line anymore. Sasha must have quieted down. Harry's blushing though. That's interesting, "Umm," He looks at me, "A lot." He says. I give him a puzzled look at he just smiles. "Yeah of course, okay, here's Rem." He gives the phone back to me and gets back up onto the bed.

"So?" I ask Sasha on the other line. Wondering what she talked to Harry about.

"I just talked to Harry-Freaking-Styles on the phone!" I laughed at her.

"Are you doing your happy dance?" I ask, picturing her running around the room dancing like a crazy person.

"Oh yeah!" She says, giggling. "But anyway, I approve of him. I wont approve of you though if you pass up this opportunity!" She says getting a little more serious.

"What opportunity?" I ask her confused.

"Remington, don't be stupid." She says, "I have to go though, I need to drive to work. Maybe we can try to Skype or something on Wednesday? I'll fill you in on all the drama going on in tractor town." She laughs.

"Oh boy! I can't wait!" I laugh back at her, "Hey Sasha? Do me a solid and don't tell anyone about, ya know," I trail off, not wanting to hurt Harry's feelings.

"You and Harry?" She finishes my sentence.

"Yeah."

"Your secret is safe with me, buttercup. But you better tell me when I this becomes official. If I have to hear it from some tabloid I'm going to come to London and bust a cap in yo azz." She says getting all white girl ghetto on me. I laugh at her.

"Stop it." I say, I don't want to think Harry and I are going to be official someday. I don't want to get my hopes up for something that probably wont ever happen. "I'll talk to you later. Bye-bye chicka. Love you!"

"Bye - bye ponds." She says, referencing Doctor Who, our favorite TV show. "I love you too." And with that the phone clicks. I throw it back on my nightstand and fall onto Harry.

"She's so insane..." I mumble into his chest in embarrassment. I look up to notice his collarbone sticking out. I take the opportunity to bite it softly. Why not? I giggle as he moans and moves my face to look at him.

"You know, you're the one eating me right now." He points out. I laugh and kiss his lips quickly, but gently.

"Touché" I whisper my lips just inches from his. He leans in to kiss me again and I move my head away, teasing him. I flop over to my side of the bed and he scrunches his face up in frustration. I smile at him and trace his arm with my fingernails. "It's Sunday today, right?" I ask.

"Yes, why?"

"Because isn't Sunday the day where we stay in bed all day, while Niall cooks up breakfast, Louis does my laundry, Zayn feeds me grapes, and Liam... We can give Liam the day off." Harry laughs at me.

"Actually, my Sundays don't typically go like that, but I like the idea. How about we start with staying in bed all day, and as the weeks add up we will talk to the boys about them being involved." He winks at me and I smile.

"Eh, not as good as the original plan, but I'll take what I can get." I kiss him, "I need breakfast though, and coffee, and a movie playing on this TV right in front of me, preferably Raiders of the Lost Ark." He laughs at me and starts to get up.

"You stay here. I'll be back in about 20 minutes." He says walking out of the room.

"If you make it 10 I'll have a surprise for you when you get back!" I shout down the hallway.

C

"Be back in 5!" He yells and I smile. I got lucky with this one.