Unconditional

Chapter 17

Harry's Point of View.

I couldn't manage to fall asleep. I continued to roll around in my warm duvet sheets. I finally faced the ceiling fan that was spinning into an internity, until it was one big blur. I started to count the ticks of the fan. The faint light of my alarm clock read  2:17 a.m.  I let out a sigh and grabbed my phone of the night stand. I was defiantly not getting any sleep anytime soon. So I get on the place I hardly ever visit, Facebook. 

I scroll through my feed looking at all the shit people posted. I see Elena's name under recent activity. It showed that she had been listening to Queen about five minutes ago. Was she awake as well? I decided why not send here a text. 

Me: Listening to Queen are we?

I turned the screen off and waited for a response. I was clentching onto that sleek black Iphone like my life was dependent on it. Look at me, I feel like a teenager girl waiting for her crush to write her back. Though, I can't really say anything, because I am kinda doing that now. I was almsot deep into thought when I heard that noise I was waiting for.

Elena: Are you outside my door? Do I need to ring the police? ;)

Me: Facebook shares everything. Please don't, I don't look good in jumpsuits.

Elena: Oh and you would know that how? hahahaha

Me: I have my reasons.

 Elena: Can't sleep?

Harry: Not at all. I have been awake for over an hour staring at the fan. 

Elena: That's funny, I'm doing the same thing too. 

Harry: Do you want to do something?

Elena: At 2 in the morning?

Harry: Why of course!! 

Elena: What do you have in mind then Styles? 

Harry: I hear Mcdonalds is upon 24/7. 

Elena: I will be right over. :)

A smile grew wide onto my face. I quickly got out of bed and slid on my converse and a jacket. I grabbed my favorite orange beanie and put it over my head. I thought we would just walk there since it was only a ten minute walk.

I stepped outside into the cold Autumn air. It was absouletly fucking freazing. I almost regretted we were going to walk, but that's the way memories are made. I walked the short 30 seconds to the front of her flat. I could see the aura of pink lights shining out from a room. I naturally assumed that it was her bedroom. I leaped up the stairs taking two at a time. I knocked on the door with a random beat. 

The door instantly flew up and she was standing there in pajama's. I don't think I have ever seen her without makeup on. She looked so natural and beautiful. Her natural hair was flowing over her shoulders. She put on her black peacoat and buttoned up the coat. 

"This is very spontaneous." She said.

"These are the kind of moments you have to live for." I extended my arm out to her so she could wrap her hand around my arm. We started for our journey to Mcdonald's. 

"You're crazy." She giggles. Her cheeks are flushed from the bitter temperatures.

"But yet here you are."

"That's true. I am craving some of those chicken nuggets." 

"You know those are made out of pink stuff. I have no bloody clue what it is though." I say.