Pick Myself Up.

"We get on like a house on fire."

On Sunday, another day when I didn’t have to work I decided to scroll through twitter to see loads of my mentions erupting about an interview the boys had recently done. I clicked on the YouTube link and pressed play immediately.

“So, Harry, the interviewer/songwriter Daisy Simpson has recently been pictured leaving your house in the morning after his mother tweeting that she was there the previous night. Care to explain?” Rather nosey if you ask me, can’t a man keep to himself?

“Uh, well, urm, we had a sort of date thing and then I slept in the spare bedroom whilst she slept in my room.” He was actually telling the truth, no lies, no exaggerations, the actual truth.

“I’m the only one that Harry’s been with since forming One Direction.” Louis stated, clearly. ‘Larry Stylinson’ shippers will be going crazy after that.

“So you didn’t stay Up All Night with Daisy Simpson?” The interviewer asked.

“I’m not saying I didn’t stay Up All Night with her, I’m just saying we didn’t fu-.. Have sex.”

Smooth, Harry. Smoooooooooooooooth.

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“So, what do you think?”

“I don’t know, London is quite far away.” I pouted. “And I kind of have a job to do.”

“We’re getting your song anyway, we can rehearse there, I just want you to come along.” Harry practically begged. He had just come into the office first thing on a Monday and asked for me to go to London with him for a few weeks, as that’s where he’ll be working for a while.

“Lily. What do you think?” I called out of the door to my office.

“Pardon?” Lily gasped.

“Lil’, we all know you were listening.”

“I honestly really want to, but I can’t. It’s mum’s birthday on Wednesday.” She said, upset.

“Come the following week?” Harry smiled, Lily saying ‘yes’ immediately and squealing slightly at her excitement. Harry and I had been on three dates since the mishap of the first one, and we were almost official, he just hasn’t asked me yet.. Did that make me sound desperate? I think it did, how very awkward. Funny thing is, we haven’t even kissed yet, we’ve both wanted to, but every time we tried, we’ve been interrupted. Like, this one time, he came into my office to pick me up for date number three and we were so close to kissing then Delilah just walks in without knocking. Oh dear, she’s a naïve one, old Delilah. Oh, and I very nearly forgot, Lily and Niall had sort of been on a few dates, too, and oh my sweet baby Jesus they look perfect next to each other. AND AND AND GUYS DELILAH AND LOUIS ARE ACTUALLY MADE FOR EACHOTHER YOU HAVE NO IDEA BUT DELILAH IS COMING TO LONDON TOO IF I HAVE TO GO. One last thing, you know the phone call that Zayn took when Harry was talking to me? It was Ivy, mine and Delilah's flatmate. They’ve been seeing each other for the past seven weeks and Ivy never told me or Delilah and Zayn hadn’t told anyone, not even the boys. Not even the fans found out, so Zivy(their couple name, I know, ADORABLE.) must have been ninja. Anyway, the fans know all about them now, and yeah she’s got a bit of hate, but other fans love her and her and Zayn are like totally loved up so she’ll be coming along to London.

“Okay. Yeah, I’ll go.” I sighed. Harry grinned widely. “And I guess I’ll stay in your and Lou’s apartment with Delilah, and Lily will stay in Niall’s, Ivy in Zayn’s and Danielle will stay in Liam’s, yeah?”

“Well, someone’s planned this all out.” He winked. “We leave Friday.”

“Okay, see you then.” I smiled and he started to leave my office. “Hey, Harry?”