I woke up at seven the next morning, I had no idea why, but I was failing at falling back asleep. I slid out of Harry's arms and threw on a tshirt, black gym shorts, and tennis shoes. I threw my hair in a ponytail and walked out of the room.
I went downstairs to the gym. I went on the treadmill and the stairclimber, totaling two hours. Afterwards, I went to the Starbucks and got Harry a tea, and for me. I got a frappuchino, and it tasted good in the heat.
I got off the elevator an turned into the corridor with our room. I looked up and saw Harry walking towards me in nothing but boxers.
"Harry! What are you doing?!" I screamed.
"Well,I woke up, an you weren't there, so I came to look for you." He said.
"In boxers? Harry go put some clothes on!"
"But--"
"GO PUT CLOTHES ON." I pushed him toward our room. We got inside and I threw a pair of shorts and a tshirt to him. He slipped them on. I put my hand on my hip and stared at him.
"Harry, what would posess you to run around a corridor in nothing but boxers?"
"It seemed like a really good idea at the time!"
"What am I going to do with you, Harry?"
"Whatever you want, Ms.Control Freak."
"I\Hey, being a control freak isn't so bad. Sometimes. It's ok. Am I control freak?"
"yes, but I like it on you. It's attractive."
"Oh, alright. I'm going to shower."
I walked into the bathroom an showered. I began my super annoying habit of singing in the shower.
"I wanna stay up all night and jump around until we see the sun.I wanna stay up all night and find a girl and tell her she's the one. Hold on to the feeling, and don't let it go, 'coswe got the floor now,get out of control. I wanna stay up all night and do it all with you...."
It was around my second rendition of Up All Night that I decided I was done. I got out of the shower and changed into a flowy tank top and jean shorts. I dried and straigtened my hair. I swiped on natural, subtle makeup. I pulled on my white gladiator sandals.
I came out of the bathroom and Harry was sitting on the couch in front of the television, watching Thor.
"You know, I quite like our songs coming out of your mouth." He said, smiling.
"Oh. Crap You heard."
"Yes I did, and you're a terrible singer."
"An you have no sense of protection for my feelings."
"I do. I said i wih love. And I knew you wouldn't care."
"I guess you're right. What are we doing today?"
"Let's go grab some breakfast at that place we saw down the street."I nodded. There was a restaurant down the street that served breakfast food, and it got rave reviews.
we walked out of the hotel and down the street. The hostess inside. the restaurant seated us in a booth. Harry odered a hugestack of pancakes while I got sourdough french toast loaded with fresh fruit. We began to eat.
"I called my little sister this morning." I said.
"Oh really? What'd she say?"
"She was freaking out. She saw your photo on instagram, and she's so excited. Se couldn't believe I was actually dating you."
"Why is it so unbelievable?" He asked in confusion.
"I don't know. I'm just a normal girl from London. I'm nothing special. I didn't do anything to deserve you. I just happend to be in the right place at the right time.And I'm afrid the fans will think the same. It's just, I dn't know, I don't fee like I'm good enough, like I'm not worth your time." I said. Harry stared deep into my eyes and took my hand across the table.
"Ali, never, eve, dare--"
"Um, sorry, hope I'm not interrupting." A young teenage girl said. She had glasses, a camera, and a napkin in her hands.
Harry looked to me with a sympathetic look. I nodded. He said, "Not a problem, what can I do for you?"
"Umm, h-h-i. My name is Emmalie and I'm a realy big fan of yours. I loveyou and your music and your curly hair. I've watched all of he video diaries an know all of the words to your songs. I couldn't get concert tickets, and I didn't want to pass up this opportunity, so if you could just take a picture with me and sign this."
"Sure, love. ali, tke a picture?" I took the girl's camera and snapped a picture of her and Harry.As Harry was signing the napkin, the girl turned to me.
"Hey! You're Ali Tommo! Oh m gosh, I saw the picture and immediately followed you! You're so gorgeous! Harr, would you mind taking a picture of Ali and I?" Harry smiled and took the camera.
"Ali, you're stealing all of my fans." I laughed. The girl took back her camera and napkin. She began to walk away, but turned bck.
"Thank you both so much, and you guys look really cute together. I hope it all works out well." She smiled and walked away.
"See, those are the real fans.The fans that love you, Ali,are the real fans. There will be ones who won't like you, but hat only makes me love you more. And don't you ever, dare think you're not worth it. You're the most beautiful person, inside and out, that I've ever met, and I don't deserve you at all." I blushed.
