Hopeful In London (1D Fanfiction Sequel to Trapped In London)

10. Back on Our Feet

THANK YOU TO J.K. ROWLING WHO WRITES AMAZING STORIES. C: I got all the books parts from The Goblet of Fire. WHICH IS HER BOOK. NOT MINE. K, <3

~Maggie xx

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Febuary 2nd 2013

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Maggie's POV

We had celebrated Zayn's birthday... And Cole/Jacks birthday... And Harry's Birthday... And well. A lot. The boys had been recording a ton in the studio, but we wern't able to hear anything. January was super busy. like. SUPER busy. 

Just yesterday Meghan and Taylor had come back from the hospital with no more braces or anything. Taylor still kinda was in pain whenever someone poked her too hard or hugged her to hard. So she was good.

Not to mention spend the rest of the day partying for Harry's birthday. Which was cool. 

Meghan was easily able to dance and sing like a happy little bird again,and just last week she had gone and actually recording the single. It was brilliant.

"OH MY GOD. YOU NEED TO FREAKING DIE," I looked up from the book I was reading on the couch, turning my head to see Taylor jabbing the buttons on her laptop.

"What? What happened?" I asked, eyes wide.

"The freaking glass keeps stabbing him and killing me!"

"what?"

"See?!" She turned the laptop so I could see the screen. Happy Wheels was shown on the screen, and I rolled my eyes.

"Taylor, seriously?"

"Yes. Legit. I CAN'T BEAT THIS,"

I sighed and continued to read my book.

Harry lay flat on his back, breathing hard as though he had been running. He had awoken from a vivid dream with his hands pressed over his face. The old scar on his forehead, which was shaped like a bolt of lightning, was burning beneath his fingers as though someone had just pressed a white-hot wire to his skin. 

He sat up, one hand still on his scar, the other hand reaching out in the darkness for his glasses, which were on the bedside table. He put them on and his bedroom came into clearer focus, lit by a faint, misty orange light that was filtering through the curtains from the street lamp outside the window. 

Harry ran his fingers over the scar again. It was still painful. He turned on the lamp beside him, scrambled out of bed, crossed the room, opened his wardrobe, and peered into the mirror on the inside of the door. A skinny boy of fourteen looked back at him, his bright green eyes puzzled under his untidy black hair. He examined the lightning-bolt scar of his reflection more closely. It looked normal, but it was still stinging. "GUYS!" Meghan quickly burst through my door, carrying a small box in.

"Yes?" We answered at the same time, mine a little more dramatic as she had also interrupted my reading.

"LOOOOOK!" She ran over with the box, opening it to reveal tons of make-up in it. Bright pink eye shadow, black and brown mascara, eyeliner, all sorts of things.

"Uh, Yay," I grumbled, flipping back to my book.

"Come on we have to use it! It's the newest stuff and Louis bought it for meeee!" She groaned, and Taylor excitedly nodded.