~~Tessa~~
It’s been an hour since I’ve left… I miss Harry. And Zayn, and Louis. I lay in my bed in my quiet hotel room I listen to Ed Sheeran. I can’t believe Harry has never introduced me! Just then I hear my phone vibrate on the bedside table. It’s Harry for the tenth time. I want to answer. But I can’t! He needs to figure this out on his own. I press ignore call with hesitation and feel very bad about it. This can’t be happening to me… It just can’t.
Suddenly I have a flash back.
I remember Zayn and I watching television. Suddenly I feel a piece of popcorn bounce off my cheek. When I look at Zayn he starts laughing. So I take the whole bowl of pop corn and dump it on his head. His laughing stops.
“That’s it!” he says trying to fix his hair. “It’s on!”
He jumps off the couch and runs to the kitchen and comes out with marshmallows. One hits me in the eye.
“Zayn!” I shout trying to grab the bag from him as he runs back into the kitchen.
I open the fridge and grab a pudding cup, dumping it onto his old t-shirt. He takes it off with his hand and smears it on my cheek. OVER THE LINE! So I pull out the removable tap from the sink and turn it on. Getting him and everything around him wet. Suddenly he stops and puts his hand up.
“I surrender!” he says.
Then he walks toward me, backing me up against the fridge. We both stop talking. It was then when I noticed his beautiful, big brown eyes.
“Tess, I think I l-”
“Whoa! What happened here!?” Liam says walking into the kitchen.
Then I have another flashback… Louis. Kissing me at lazer tag. Our lips perfectly placed.
Just being in his arms felt warm, like I’ve known them for ages.
Then another flashback. Me falling asleep in Harry’s arms feeling perfectly at home. Poking his dimples every time we lay on the couch and he laughs.
And then Liam…
We were at a party. The others were nowhere to be found and everyone else was strangers, so just me and him.
“Do you want to dance?” he looks dead serious.
“Yes,” I respond taking his hand.
Anything to get away from the awquard people. We dance really close. Maybe too close. But I remember feeling his heart beat. Steady but fast. He swiftly moves across the dance floor as I’m constantly looking down at my feet. After a few minutes of dancing we are just swaying in one place. Suddenly he lifts his hand, pulling mine up too.
“Spin!” He says as I twirl with barley any grace. “Beautiful!” He laughs.
“Thanks, I’ve been taking lessons.” I kid, “Can you tell?”
He laughs, I do too. I like Liam; he’s a nice guy… Suddenly the music stops. We both back away from each other and give each other a bow jokingly. Liam seemed like he didn’t want to stop dancing. And then the disc jockey played some strange techno song.
“This is my jam!” Liam says nodding his head along to the music. “Come one, dance with me!”
I begin dancing and begin to see people laugh at me. I’m a good ballet dancer, but techno club mix is not my style! So I stop, avoiding more embarrassment. Liam stops too.
“What’s wrong?” He asks.
“I’m not a good fast dancer…” I confess.
He gives me this look that makes me feel more embarrassed.
