Beth's POV
I wake up headache free and no sign of sickness. Yes! I roll over and see a note on Harry's pillow. It says:
Dearest Elizabeth,
I am required to accompany Niall Horan and Liam Payne at the gym. I shall be home around 8 or 8:30 in the morning. You may visit us there or stay at our home. If you would like to come, take the cab to the Paris Le Gym.
Love,
Harold Edward Styles
My god he is so corny. I send out a tweet with a picture of the note.
@Beth_Styles: @Harry_Styles You are so corny! *picture link*
@Harry_Styles: @Beth_Styles Morning! :) But thanks, we're going to get mobbed.
@Beth_Styles: @Harry_Styles It's not my fault they love you. Love ya!
@Harry_Styles: @Beth_Styles I know. Why would they. I'm not talented, good looking or anything at all!
@Beth_Styles: @Harry_Styles Dumb butt, you lie! Silly British boy! See you at home!!!!
I lock my phone and make me a cup of coffee. I'm a coffee-pot head. Ha! I CRACKED a joke there! I'm too good with puns. While I drink some coffee, I look through my phone and find my contacts. Not for my eyes, my phone numbers. The first name I see is my sister Amber's name. She's 4 years older than me, which is the age of 21. I don't talk to her. I just can't bring it up to call or text her. I'm starting to get sad, so I scroll through the list. Clara. I need to talk to her. I haven't and she's probably really ticked at me for it. I click her name and then call her.
"Beth?" Clara asks.
"Clara! What's up?" I ask.
"Nothing much. Everything is just too lonely."
"I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for not texting or calling. I need to more."
"Yeah. Its okay. Cami came in Starbucks the other day asking where you were."
"She did now?"
"Yeah, I told her that you were with Harry and she called me a liar, then frustratingly threw her cup of hot chocolate down and stomped out of the store."
"Whiner bag. She's afraid to lose."
"Aren't you?" I think. I am scared. If Harry knew about the dare, he'd think I used him and I couldn't bare it.
"No. He loves me for me and nothing will go wrong. I don't want to talk about it though. The thought of losing is scary though."
"SO YOU ARE SCARED!"
"Yeah, but I'm not going to lose, Clary."
"Okay. How are you two doing. I figure he's out."
"Oh, he's at the gym. He should be home soon."
"Kay, have you talked to Katie?"
"No. I should talk to her as well. Again I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I get you're busy. I would be too. I'm glad you aren't just completely ignoring me." Harry walks in the room.
"Oh, Harry's here. Bye Clary."
"Bye Beth, talk to you soon." I hang up.
"Hey beautiful. Who you talking to?" Harry asks.
"Clara, my best friend. She works at Starbucks with me. I mean I used to work at Starbucks. She still does though." I answer.
"Oh. Do you wanna go sight seeing?"
