Bumped Into You.

Chapter 15.

We wandered around a little there; I think the whole town in itself consist of like 4 cows, 3 families and a few trees and benches. Peaceful. Kinda. Anyway, we talked a lot, sometimes we’d just sit and say nothing but cuddle. After an hour or two we went home, and I started cooking. If there is one thing I absolutely love, it’s cooking. The boys were all outside or napping upstairs, so I hummed a little, which because more or a single performance for me, my stew-pans and my wooden spoons .. at least .. that’s what I thought.

I didn’t notice a single thing around me; I was playfully singing ‘Payphone’ by Maroon 5 and all I smelled was the delicious scent of fresh species and pasta.

Then a door smashed. As if someone wanted attention. So I turned around to find 5 faces staring at me, jaws hanging on their toes and none of them blinked once.

“Euuhhhmmm .. Can I do something for you boys?” I don’t know, but I have this thing that when someone is staring at me, I immediately check myself on anything. Is there something between my teeth?  Is my zipzapper worldwide open? Did my hair explode? “Okay .. I’m going to turn around now, and continue cooking if no one’s gonna say something.” And I turned around. I could feel the stares in my back, but I just went on. I hummed on quietly, then felt two arms sneak around my waist, and a head on my shoulder. I turned my head a little to the left, to find Harry’s head there.

“You my friend. Why did you never tell me that you could sing?” “I think because I actually can’t?!” Hahha, he’s joking. Well, he has to be. Oh dear. “You think you can’t sing?” he asked again causing me to turn around and face him. “Yup.” I said with a popping p. “Well, guess you’re wrong then. You have an amazing voice.” He made me blush. Like he always does anyway, but this was special. No one, well except from my mum, has ever told me they liked the way I sing. It’s, I dunno, special I think. “Naaah.. I still can’t sing.” “Okay, you’re not gonna believe anything of what I say. So do you play any instruments?” I’ve had piano lessons since I was about 7, but I quit at the age of 14, it became boring and all. “Well, I can play the piano. And drums, a ‘petit peu’. Oh let’s not forget about the triangle haha.” Banter. “You know there is a piano somewhere here right? Can you play me something?” Euhm .. “I haven’t played in a while, so I don’t know if I know any good songs, but euhm .. FUCK THE PASTA.” I untangled myself from Harry and turned around to find the pan boiling over. Great. “I need to finish this babe.” And I pushed him out of the kitchen. That boy.

We sat around the campfire Zayn and Niall made, eating some of the marshmallows Harry and I bought. “I think I’ma go to bed okay? I’m feeling not too well, mostly tired I think.” They all waved goodbye as I wandered inside. I cleaned up the last things in the kitchen, grabbed my bag and walked up the stairs to find my bedroom. I wasn’t even halfway up when someone grabbed the bag from me and turned me around. Harry. “Are you sure you’re okay?” “I’m fine babe, just feeling a little nauseous, think I had too many marshmallows.” He kept staring into my eyes to see if there wasn’t something else. “Okay, well let me carry your bag upstairs and I’ll tuck you in.” Sweet. I changed in sleeping shorts and an oversized shirt and lay down in bed. “Do you want me to stay here?” he asked, stroking some hair out of my face. “No, go have fun downstairs. You guys are free for a couple of days, enjoy it! I’ll be fine.” “Promise?” “Promise.” He softly kissed me on the lips and whispered: “I love you babe, more than you’ll ever realize.” “I love you too Harry” and I closed my eyes.

Cold feet entered the bed and within 2 seconds I felt an arm around my waist pulling me over and closing the gap between us. A kiss landed at the back of my head. I let out a soft moan and fell asleep. It must’ve been 2 am at this point.

We spent the rest of the days this way. Talking, swimming, wandering around the house. There were a couple of wine fields, so we went to visit them. It did the boys good, no fans – as much as they love them - a couple of days peace isn’t a bad thing.