Ever Since New York

Chapter 3: Catching Up

"Harry I'm so so sorry...."

"Stop. Please, do not apologize," he said with slight annoyance in his voice. "If I hated you Macey, I would have waited for you to say you were coming up to my penthouse. That or I would have made you come up there anyways because I am WAY TOO LAZY to come all the way down here." 

After I let him in, he told me all about his life that I missed out on. It was so much to take in and it made me feel like such a terrible friend. Telling him about my life was nothing compared to his. He still kept a face as if he was truly was interested about my life, which I'm sure he was, but I honestly wasn't interested in mine. 

All the while we were talking, he was holding my hand, rubbing circles on the top of it. I always enjoyed when he did that, it was so reassuring and it made me feel important; like I mattered.

My voice drifted off as I looked up his arms, staring at his many tattoos. I was mesmorized by them and I think he noticed me staring. I felt his stare, burning into me, "When?"

"About a couple years after we started the band. You know how much I always wanted them," he said almost defensive. 

I looked up into his welcoming eyes and put my hand on his warm cheek, to help reassure him that I wasn't upset about the tattoos. This caused him to smile and place his hand on top of mine. "Macey, I've been so lonely since we stopped keeping in touch. I mean sure I had the boys to keep me company, but it was still pretty rough," he said with a solemn tone.

"Not a day went by where I wish I had followed you around the world Harry. School sucked once you left and then Uni was immensely boring. Like I fell asleep a few times while my professor was lecturing." That got a chuckle out of him and the vibration of his voice against my hand gave me butterflies.

We stared into each others eyes for a while and it felt like he wanted to kiss me, but he just kept staring at me. I had to break the moment before either of us did something we probably regret later. "So when am I going to meet these boys you are always talking about? hmm?"

I could tell that I disrupted him as he was in the moment. He cleared his throat, "How about right now?" He stood up and extended his hand to mine so he could hold it. I smiled as we intertwined our fingers and in that moment, it felt like old times again. His hand holding mine, brought back a memory that I cherished deep in my heart.

~Flashback~

It was the summer before Harry auditioned for the X-Factor and we had the entire summer to ourselves. Our parents decided to go on a holiday, leaving us to take care of the houses. Only because we begged them to let us stay. We created a slideshow before they were so popular. What we did was, illustrate pictures for visual examples and wrote on many pieces of poster paper with reason why we should be able to stay. Harry did mini performances of short songs he wrote to keep our parents occupied while I fought our case, just like a lawyer would. We so hard that day. Anne practically peed herself and my mum had tears coming out of her eyes from laughing so hard. Turns out all we really had to do was ask them to stay and they would have let us, but I'm still glad we did it anyways because it was loads of fun.

We took turns spending the night at each others houses. Harry made breakfast at both of our houses though because I can't cook to save my life and he was the true chef. If he hadn't become a pop star, I am almost certain he would have become a master chef. After breakfast we would walk my dogs, then go into town so we could look at all the stuff we most definitely couldn't buy because our parents only left us with money for groceries. What I did notice, is that whenever guys would look me up and down as they walked past, Harry would take my hand in his and give them a nasty look. That was when I first realized that Harry fancied me and that's what made the X-Factor audition a whole lot harder...

~My mind was awakened by Harry asking me if I was ok because I spaced out and almost tripped over myself. As I came down from my memory, I realized that were already at his room and the moment had finally come where I would meet the people that took Harry from me in the first place.