Impossible

Rehearsals, Coming Out & Moving In

Ch 8: Rehearsals, Coming Out & Moving In

  I woke up happy but still dreading the fallout over the previous days’ events. Grease was still playing on a loop on the TV, and I bopped my way over to the kitchen to the sounds of “Summer Lovin’” playing for the 99th time.

 I opened up my laptop out of habit, but stared at my desktop for over a minute, conflicted about opening up tumblr and twitter. Who knew what I would find there? I was about to give in when Harry shuffled into the kitchen, topless.

 I scanned him up and down and blushed when he caught me grinning at him. He was super tanned from his time in L.A and I felt so pale just looking at him. I resolved that I needed to spend some more time in L.A to match his sun kissed skin tone.

 Harry seemed to be in a flirty mood, probably also supressing our run in with the paparazzi from yesterday, as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek.

 Bob and Kyle came trotting in behind him, having gotten used to him staying the night, and started rubbing up against his legs, purring.

I wish it could have stayed like this forever. But the banging on my front door told me that it wouldn’t. I had a feeling it was Angie, despite her not barging in this time. The banging went on nonstop until I got to the door.

 Angie’s eyes were bulging from her head.

“Are you alone? Have you been online today? Are you okay? How are you?” Angie managed to get out in one breath, while whispering, staying put on the spot outside my door.

 “Harry’s here, but you can come in.” I said, “Also, I haven’t been online yet, I just woke up.”

 Angie followed me inside, with multiple looks of concern flashing across her face.

“Lexi it’s 1 in the afternoon.” she said disappointed, however the look on her face quickly swapped to super excited when Harry slid into the living room with a glass of orange juice, still only wearing the boxers he slept in.

 I could practically hear Angie’s voice catch in her throat and I was sure she had stopped breathing. She didn’t always like Harry, especially lately, but that didn’t stop her from thinking he was a babe. Now here he was topless in front of her, and I could see she was having a hard time composing herself.

 “Angie! It’s a pleasure as always. Orange juice?” he gestured to his glass.

 “No, thank you.” She squeaked. I was amazed she was able to speak at all. This was some real personal growth.

 “I’m just going to go get dressed, you ladies talk.” He smiled, realizing he was a large distraction for Angie, who clearly had come over for a purpose.

 Angie sat down on the couch and pulled out her tablet from her purse. I braced myself for what she was about to show me, glad she had come and that I didn’t have to do this alone. Harry was used to his face plastered on the internet, but I was honestly not prepared.

 Angie started scrolling down her twitter feed that was covered in Directioners reblogging the new photos from yesterday. It was a slow week in One Direction news, so everyone’s attention was on me. Everyone loved getting new photos of Harry and reblogging them like crazy, but this was different. First, the Larry fans wouldn’t be pleased that Harry was with a girl and not Louis. Worse was that they didn’t recognize me. I knew who would though-Jana, Ashley and Niall.

 I had a burning urge to log into my accounts to see if the girls had messaged me. I got up to get my laptop and sure enough there was a DM from Ashley and even Gemma on my personal account. My twitter notifications were being spammed by Jana like crazy, and I noticed that Niall had been online. I hadn’t looked at my phone yet, but I wasn’t ready.