Cheshire Cat [[EDITING]]

6

"You look nice." He compliments.

"I look like shame!" I laugh. "I need to shower and change my clothes."

"I can take you back to your room if you'd like. Do you have any plans today?" he runs his hand through his hair.

"That would be nice of you. My plans, well I am free until about 5. I have this... thing tonight" I hesitate. "But I am starving." I add. I feel it's best to leave out the detail of his show tonight; I can fill him in later maybe over lunch.

"Oh well, let me shower real quick then I will walk you to your room, and you can get ready and we'll grab a bite to eat?" he offers nervously.

"Sounds perfect. I know this burger place my friend works at. I told him I would stop by and say hi today. Is that ok?" I suggest back.

"Yeah sure." His accent never seems to grow weary on me.

He left the doors open and I could hear his raspy singing from the bathroom. His voice is enchanting. I could listen to him sing for years and never grow tired of it. My smile feels as if it just might split my face in two as I relax and begin to text each of my nosy friends back. I decide I should call Lindsay and give her a heads up.

"BMFFF?!" she basically shouts.

BMFFF was our nickname for one another; see Best Friends Forever wasn't strong enough of a bond. So Lindsay started with Best Mother Fucking Friends Forever, BMFFF. I just sort of stuck; it was unique just like our friendship.

"Hey, uh so I am sorry I haven't been in contact.. "

"How did it happen?" she cuts me off.

"I ran into him." I try to explain.

"Oh so you just ran into Harry fucking Styles." Her voice was laced with obvious sarcasm.

"Uhh well I am pretty sure his middle name is not fucking. But yes I literally ran into him and got a bloody nose. Then next thing I know were getting tattoos." I match her sassy attitude with my response.

"Seems legit. How the hell do you go from bloody nose, to tattoos, to hey! Let me stay the night with you?"

"Look I don't have much time to explain, he's in the shower." I practically whisper as if he will hear me over the sound of the water cascading to the tiled floor and his deep voice echoing off the walls of his confined space.

"Why aren't you with him? Lindsay says in her perverted voice.

"Well for one I am having a ridiculous conversation with you!" I snap.

"The reason I called is because he is bringing me back there. I haven't told him I know who he is, so please can you keep that and the show tonight and Saturday hush until I have a chance? Please Lindsay?! Or Johnny, I haven't mentioned him either, I know it's a fucked up situation but just bear with me." I cross my fingers and screw my eyes shut as if this will magically make her more prone to answer yes.

"Yeah I'll tell Maddie. We are so going to stay and meet him bitch." I feel my body relax as I exhale the breath I absentmindedly drew in.

"That's fine, just please be gentle." I say.

"I can't promise anything." I hear in a deep accented voice from behind me and through the phone as well. I feel my mouth go dry and my body stiffens.

I turn around to see Harry in nothing but a towel glistening from his fresh shower, and wet hair beaming at me. That smile seems to always grace his face and I can' help but weaken at the sight of it. I feel all the muscles in my belly clench as I absorb the sight in front of me.