The Best Days (ON HOLD)

CH 7: I Miss You

 

September-12-2013

Hope's POV

The boys have left for tour a while ago. I had Talia meet Emmie and we formed a 'Gang' as Em likes to say (only because she has sass and creativity). So we all bought our own snapbacks.

Me and Leon hung out for lunch breaks quite a few times. Nothing serious is between us. But I'll say that when he asks me out. 

Harry has been sending me texts a lot. He would send pictures of his current view and tell me where he is and a sweet hello.

Emmie has gotten more casual with everything thank God.

Today I didn't have work so I sat in bed messaging Harry.

Me: Where are you now?

Harold: Australia.

Me: Haha see any Koala's or psychos yet?

Harold: No and no. Why psychos?

Me: Australia was originally where the world dumped the insane people. Crazy huh?

Harold: *no words*

Harold: Wanna Skype? Niall's expecting a personal Happy Birthday.

Me: Got nothing to be late for. Lets do it.

We set it up. I kept Twitter open on my phone while I Skyped on my laptop. I grinned ear to ear when Harry appeared on my screen in a hotel room. Louis and Zayn were sitting on the bed, backs facing me looking at pictures on Louis's phone, may I mention Louis was shirtless and had wet hair. Harry was obviously sitting at a desk. He was in a brown Crew neck and his hair in a tiny ponytail.

"Nice hair." I pointed out. He reached for his hair and laughed.

"Oh yeah. Didn't pick up any boyfriends while I was gone did you?"

"No, what will you do today?"

"Record a song for the album and then a concert."

"What song?"

"It's called 'Something Great'."

"Can I hear it?" He looked a little nervous but then smiled and said:

"Sure! Let me get Niall and the boys so we can do it." He got up giving me an awkward view of the top of his Black skinny jeans. Then he disappeared to the right. Louis turned and saw me on Harry's screen. I made a silly face at him making him chuckle. He gave Zayn his phone and sat where Harry once was.

"Hey." I said shyly.

"Hello. So Harry's gonna sing 'Something Great' for you huh?"

"Yep."

"Did you know he wrote the lyric about you?"

"No." Is he saying Harry wrote a song for me?

"Well he did."

"Mm, no he didn't."

"Did too. Ask him yourself." That was all I needed to hear. Harry wrote a song for me? A little 'ol nobody living in London with a job as a cook? This world famous guy waltzed into my life and is reaching out to me? I'm not worth him. I'm a nobody. I haven't made girls stop attempting suicide. I don't have talent. Yet, he thinks of me as someone special? He's clearly an optimist. 

"Louis?" I heard Harry's voice call. Louis turned to the right and raised his eyebrows.

"Just making sure she doesn't get bored." Louis said and got up. Harry got back into his chair with Niall tagging behind. Niall was in a red snapback and his boxers and a guitar in his hands.