Dream Catcher » Harry Styles (ON HOLD)

IX- Carly

Harry stared at me for the longest time after I'd finished singing. To be completely honest, I didn't mind at all. I sat there staring back, his large emerald irises gleaming, entrancing me.

Suddenly, he broke out of his stare and coughed awkwardly. "You have a beautiful voice." He complemented sheepishly, his cheeks gaining color as he became more embarrassed. I chuckled slightly, shaking my head. "Thank you, I appreciate that coming for you now. Speaking of, I apologize for running out on you that day in the music store."

He laughed, his head thrown back and his dimples popping out, "It's quite alright. If you don't mind my asking," He paused. "What was the reason for that?"

"Well, it's just that I almost despised your band before I met you. I felt as if you were a cocky, self-absorbed boy band and that you were the center of it." I admitted embarrassingly, looking down at my feet. I could practically feel the rumble of his laugh from where I sat. I looked up in shock, not expecting him to blow it off so suddenly. He looked at me through his lashes as his laughter died down. "You hated us? What a shocker!" His sarcastic tone allowed me to imply that he had already had thoughts about my displeasure toward he and his group of mates.

I scoffed, snapping back in a somewhat playful manner," Like you knew. I'll have you know I'm an amazing actress." To which he burst into a fit of- let me say very manly- giggles that had him hiccupping for air. We chatted idly for a few more minutes, talking mainly about music and our jobs until Louis and Caroline burst into the room in a roar of laughter.

"Guess what your friend just did, Carly!" Louis screeched between chuckles. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "She just ran into a man on crutches while trying to chase me for her cell phone!" He burst out into a fit of more giggles like this was the funniest thing in the world, which I must admit, it was very Caroline-like. Harry cried out in amusement, clutching his chest in an attempt to get air flowing to his lungs. I took this moment to admire his appearance. His unruly chocolate curls were swept across his forehead in a handsome way that may have only looked as such due to his striking features. His long torso dipped into the hospital bed sheet, and his never-ending legs stuck out the bottom due to his overall tall-- and un-admittedly attractive-- stature. His abundance of tattoos stuck out against the white of the bed sheet and hospital gown they'd forced him to wear. I wasn't saying that I fancied the emerald-eyed boy, but there positively a pull to his features.

Someone clearing their throat pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced up to see Louis smirking at me knowingly, and I felt the blush creep up my neck to my now tomato-colored cheeks. He stifled a laugh, turning it into a convincing fake cough. Well, he's more of an actor than I am.

"How're you feeling, Harry?" He asked, walking up to the curly-haired lads bedside and scooting in next to him. He replied with a quiet, "I'm all right, Lou." Which completely contrasted to his behavior a few minutes prior. He seemed so gloomy now.

I stood up, flattening my hair. I flashed a smile at the boys, making my way to Caroline. "We better get going, my brother is probably worrying. We sort of left him in a half-asleep stupor." I laughed dryly, dragging my body over to Harry and Louis to give them individual hugs. Both nearly squeezed the living daylights out of me, leaving me half breathless as Caroline and I made our way out of the building.

Since Louis had driven us here, we decided to take the tube home, which was scheduled to get to the station in about ten minutes. We made our way down the street and to the underground tube station to wait. When it arrived, we heaved ourselves onto the regularly crowded tube, which was now almost empty. We sat in silence, both partly asleep. It was almost 23:30, or half past twenty-three(11pm=23). Austin must have been worried for a while now.