England.
London actually, to be exact. The boys and I just arrived in London a few hours ago, and I'm currently in the shower. I would've passed out in bed had it not been for the fact that I smelled horrendous. But a warm shower on a cold night clears my head most of the time. And it's actually more refreshing when you just get out of the shower and hop into the warm comfort of your bed.
When I step out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my waist, my phone is ringing. It's Niall. I'm much too tired to deal with him right now, but I pick it up and answer it.
"Hello?" I say; my voice slow and groggy.
There's ferocious sobbing on the other end.
"Niall?" I ask suddenly concerned.
"Hey mate, just so you know, you left one of your suitcases and here now with me, so you can come by and pick it up tomorrow, if you'd like." His voice is happy and jubilant, but there's still sobbing, though a lot more faint now.
I frown, confused. "Who's sobbing?" I ask.
"Huh? Oh that. There's this really sad show playing on the telly, and right now one of the main characters is sobbing because the guy just left her."
I give an exasperated sigh, "Why aren't you asleep Niall? Aren't you as knackered as the rest of us?"
"Nope! I drank coffee with extremely high caffeine, so I'm hyper and can't sleep." He says, "I figured you'd be asleep though, that's why I called, I was planning to leave a voice mail."
"You didn't just text me Niall?" I ask, annoyed.
Silence.....and then, "I didn't think of that."
I roll my eyes so hard it hurts, "You bloody omadhaun."
"I can't believe you just called me a fool in Irish." Niall laughs.
"Fool? I thought in meant 'idiot', oh well same difference."
Niall laughs again, "Do you want me to hang up now?" he asks.
I yawn and nod, idiotically forgetting that he can't see me. "You're nodding aren't you, you omadhaun?" Niall says.
I grin and say, "Yeah."
"Goodnight Harry." Niall says.
"Goodnight, you Irish nuisance." I say back.
"Ouch. That hurt."
"Whatever. Goodnight Niall." I say, then I hang up.
Once I get off the phone, I drape the towel I'm wearing over a chair, turn out all the lights, then slide underneath the layers of blankets, allowing them to completely engulf my body in a warm soft cocoon. I don't even bother to put on boxers. Sleeping naked is common for me. I kind of feel like a caterpillar right now.
As I begin to slip into the quiet darkness, the thought of Aria slips into my head. It's in dark and quiet times like there that thoughts you'd like to forget start to enter your head. I don't want to forget about Aria, but I don't want to think about her right now, not when I'm about to fall asleep.
Aria. Such a pretty and unique name. My thoughts shift to the day she told me where her name actually came from.
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"So, why Aria?" I ask. We're sitting in the quietness of the library, studying, and the question just popped in my head.
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Crooked Hearts
FanfictionOn the biggest tour of his life, Harry Styles comes across Aria Wilde, someone he thought he'd never see. She's changed. She's not the girl she used to be. But as they get to know each other once more, Harry begins to understand Aria to a point he'd...
