The Tommo Way

Chapter Thirteen: The King of Entertainment and Confession Time

Good morning everyone! Here is the next chapter (:
Three days ago Louis causally dropped the news that there is going to be an album... Anyone else going crazy with excitement?! So proud of how well the lads are doing!
I hope y'all have a lovely day, thanks for reading! <3

Loud banging noises and laughter tore me out of my amazing dream the next morning. Confused I looked around only to realize that my amazing dream had just been, well, a dream. With a groan I rolled onto the other side of my bed and tried to get back this exhilarating feeling I had been experiencing in my dream.

In my dream I had been flying over a deep blue lake on a giant eagle, laughing at the top of my lungs at something that Daniel Radcliffe aka Harry Potter had said to me who was flying next to me on his broom. Daniel and I had tried all sorts of stunts in the air and just before I had woken up, he had turned my eagle's feathers purple. Maybe I should stop watching Harry Potter films shortly before going to bed, I didn't even want to think about what a psychologist might be able to interpret into this fantasy of mine.

More noise and voices prevented me from drifting off to sleep again and with a heavy sigh, I dragged myself out of bed to see who on earth was making such a noise. When I got up, I felt pain shooting down my spine and I had to stay still for a while, waiting for the pain to ease. After a minute or two I dared to straighten up again and to my relief the pain had died down a little. Pulling Louis' sweater over my top, I carefully opened my bedroom door and stuck my head out of my room. The living room was deserted but there was laughter sounding from the kitchen and I could make out Lucy's voice.

I rubbed my eyes tiredly and followed the voices into the kitchen. When I opened the door I saw Lucy sitting at our small kitchen table, deep in conversation with no other than Harry who was leaning against the kitchen counter, a coffee mug in his hands. I stared at him confused. Harry looked up when I entered the room and a smile spread on his face. "Good morning, Abby!" he greeted me and his eyes wandered down from my face to Louis' sweater and widened in recognition.

"Morning" I grunted, still slightly perplexed and looked at Lucy, a big question mark on my face. Lucy grinned and leaned back in her chair, seemingly enjoying my reaction to Harry's unexpected presence. "Not to sound rude" I said and quickly gave Harry a hug before focussing my attention on the coffee maker "but what exactly are you doing here?" Harry chuckled and moved out of the way. "I just thought, I'd stop by and see how my favourite girls are doing" he explained and his eyes flickered over to Lucy.

"Oh-kay" I said slowly and studied his face carefully. "And he dropped off the promised CD for me." Lucy said and I tore my eyes away from Harry and looked at the disc she was holding up. "Yes, I thought maybe –just maybe- now that she doesn't hate our guts anymore, we might actually have a chance of winning her over." Harry said with a grin. Lucy shook her head and rolled her eyes. "It's a pretty long shot!" she stated but Harry only shrugged. "I'm a patient man"

I took a gulp of coffee and remained silent, still not completely awake. "So how was last night at Louis'?" asked Lucy me and Harry turned his head as well, a knowing expression on his handsome face. With a sigh I put down my mug and hunched my shoulders, cuddling into the warm sweater. "It was really nice" I said, shifting uncomfortably under their curious gazes. "'Nice'?" Lucy repeated. "You gotta give us some details, sweetie!" Harry didn't say a word but his lips were twitching as if he was supressing a smile.

I shrugged and looked at Harry. "We had a great time but he was obviously still bummed out about the whole Twitter thing." I said to him, knowing Harry would understand best how Louis had been struggling last night. Harry frowned and pressed his lips together. Lucy squinted her eyes, noticing the sudden tension in the room. "Er, what Twitter thingy are you talking about?" she asked, her eyes darting between me and Harry.