Tuesday 11th January 2014
I knew he'd come back, that fact was always inevitable, I just hoped that he'd be in a better mood when he did. Yet here he is now, screaming bloody murder downstairs. At this point I'm actually quite worried for Harry's safety; this doesn't seem like a guy you'd want to me mad at you. Wait, what am I saying? I should be worried for me, not Harry. Whatever goes on between those two doesn't concern me and at a time like this, I need to put myself first.
I can't help feeling that it would be a hell of a lot easier to protect myself from this man if I actually new the first thing about him! All I know is he's a grumpy man with a very short temper. Hmm, maybe I shouldn't tell him that, I doubt it will improve his mood. I'm about to head back to Harry's room, which I've pretty much hijacked, to hide when another knock at the door stops me. This one is softer and sounds much less like a bull repeatedly slamming its head against the door. At first I hope it's the boys but, since they're all angry at me, there's a good chance that they may side with this guy. Yesterday he said he was here to see me, so I'm assuming that's why he's back, and considering my relationships with these people aren't so great at the moment, they may just hand me over.
It turns out it's not the others: it's Steph. I'm not really sure whether this is a good or a bad thing, until the shouting is replaced by laughter, that is. Steph's light, girly giggle sounds so out of place next to this man's loud, booming laugh, and it's slightly off-putting. Why are they on such good terms with eachother? This makes no sense. How can someone so young and innocent get along with this foul man?
I debate with myself whether it's safe or not to go downstairs but decide there is no need when I hear the voices quieten, followed by the front door opening and closing. When I walk back into the kitchen, I find Steph and Harry sat at the table laughing over goodness knows what. They look so comfortable around each other, like they've known each other for years. I suppose they might have, since she is Louis' sister and I guess they must have known each other a while.
Steph looks so different to the last time I saw her. Then she looked no older than 14, with her long, brown hair scraped back into a ponytail and no make up on her face. She was wearing young, simple clothes and constantly just had an innocent aura surrounding her. She could not look more different today. Her hair is curly and bright, framing her face beautifully. She doesn't have much make up on, but enough to make her look more like my age than 14. She is wearing black, high waisted skinny jeans with a floral tank top and high heeled, black ankle boots.
I can't help feeling a pang of jealousy as she reaches forward and ruffles Harry's hair, giggling. Are they together? Wait, why do I even care? I have no claim over Harry, and the only emotion I should be feeling towards him is resentment, but for some reason that's not quite the case. There's something that draws me to him. And that same something is what makes me cough and interrupt their 'fun'.
"Evelyn!" Steph practically squeals as she leaps up to hug me. This is a very different girl to the one I met the other day.
"Oh my god, what happened to you!?" She gasps as she takes in my battered body,
"Are my boys not treating you right?" Something about her tone of voice makes me feel uncomfortable, and the wink that she sends Harry doesn't help either. I suppose I'm just not really used to people acting like this. My friends at home are very different. I mumble a quick hello and excuse myself to the living room to avoid my increased feelings of awkwardness.
"Are you ok? You left pretty quickly..." I turn to see a concerned looking Harry leaning against the door frame. I just sigh, causing him to come and sit next to me, still waiting for an answer.
"Yeah, yeah I'm good. I just really don't want to go tonight." I decide to only tell him half of the problem; the half he may be able to help with.
"I figured that might be it, and I'm sorry, but we can't leave you here alone, you know?" This confuses me now. Surely taking me out in public would be worse, someone might notice me? I've been gone a few days, surely someone would have reported me missing...right?
"Zayn reckons no one will bat an eyelid. He says who will expect a missing teen to show up in a club with the worlds biggest boyband?" My head snaps up to meet his gaze, a confused expression on my face. How did he know exactly what I was thinking? He keeps doing this.
"Anyway, forget about that now, we've still got the whole day and the boys won't be back until this evening, so we can do whatever you want...within reason!" I feel my cheeks redden slightly as he winks at me. My mouth is already open to blurt a sarcastic reply when I am interrupted by Steph, who is now standing at the door.
"Heeey, so it was great seeing you guys, but I can't actually stick around, unless you want me to cut the whole school day?" She grins and leaves the room again. Harry mumbles something that I don't understand before also leaving the room, to see her out I suppose.
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I sneak a peek at the shaking boy next to me as the titles roll up the screen. I had told him that a horror film was a bad idea, for him of course, but he insisted, and hasn't stopped shaking for the past two and a half hours.
"Harrrrry" I whine and poke his shoulder, dragging out his name. When he looks down at me I notice how pale his face is.
"Awww, are you scared? Is wittle Harry scared?" I put on a baby voice and pinch his cheeks as I ask this and he immediately looks embarrassed.
"What? No! Its just, er, cold" I can't help but laugh at his response, and before long Harry is laughing too.
"Ok, ok, maybe I was a little, but I made you laugh. And your laugh is adorable..." Well now it's my turn to get embarrassed. I've never been one to take compliments well, probably because I never actually get any. I mutter an awkward thank you before standing up and stretching.
We've watched three different films and it's already seven. This has actually been a good day, and I even forgot at some points why I was even here. It just felt like I was round a friends house, even though the reality is far from it. Harry was in a really good mood all day, and I've actually had more fun than I've had in a long while, despite the slight awkwardness after this morning's kiss. The others got home about half an hour ago, but we haven't really seen them. Only Niall came in to say hi, but even he left pretty quickly, with a frown on his face when he saw Harry's arm around me. Ugh. I really need to sort that out.
About ten minutes later, I leave to go and shower to get ready for tonight. I really don't want to go, it's going to be insanely awkward, I can already tell. I sigh and step out of the warm shower. Just a few hours, even you can manage that Eve. I tell myself this over and over but suddenly stop as I re-enter the bedroom, a sudden thought dawning on me. What the hell am I supposed to wear tonight? I doubt Harry has a collection of girls dresses! I've been pretty much only wearing his clothes so far!
No sooner than this thought crosses my mind, Steph bursts into my room with at least 10 dresses slung over her arm and a huge grin on her face.
"Right then, let's make you irresistible!" She winks.
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A/N
Hi so this was short and shit i know, sorry. And i havent been able to upload in ages because im at my nans, where the wifi is terrible. I've literally been trying to upload this chapter for like 5 days. Oh well, hope you liked it :)
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