Bad Decisions

Chapter Five

September 18th

"So, what did you think?" I sit down on the sofa in my living room, looking at Harry expectantly as he takes the seat across from me.

I had invited him over to my flat for the afternoon since Piper was having lunch with one of her friends who's currently at university in London, and Eric was on his way to a job interview. I'd been left to babysit Rylee, but once she'd fallen asleep I didn't have much else to do since I couldn't leave her alone in my flat.

"I think it turned out pretty good," he replies, nodding his head. "Especially considering you'd never done an interview before. You didn't come off as nervous at all."

"I'm not sure how I managed that, I was really nervous," I say, recalling the day of the interview. "I kept fidgeting about at the beginning, but I couldn't edit that out or I'd lose too much footage of the actual interview."

"I don't think anyone will notice that. Speaking of which, how has the response been so far?"

"Pretty good, actually. I've yet to come across any negative comments, but I did only post the video yesterday. I think quite a few of my subscribers are One Direction fans, so they're definitely happy to have something new of yours to watch."

"That's great. I'm happy they're not giving you a hard time about it."

I shrug. "It doesn't matter what kind of video I post, hateful comments can't really be avoided. Has your sister seen the video yet?"

He breaks out into a grin, nodding his head. "I got a phone call from her yesterday night, a few hours after you'd uploaded it. She was quite mad I hadn't told her, but when I mentioned I was meeting you today, she calmed down a bit. I wouldn't be surprised if I find her at my place later, begging me to drive her over here."

"If she's ever really in the neighbourhood, I'd love to meet her." I smile. "It's funny, I really don't consider myself as a well-known person. It still surprises when people come up to me on the streets, asking for pictures or autographs, especially when there are people like you wandering around London as well."

"Well, you do have quite an online following." He reaches over to the coffee table, taking a sip from the drink I'd previously offered him.

"Yeah, I guess so. It's still just a bit strange to me." I reply, before changing the subject. "Is Tess feeling any better yet?"

"I wouldn't know, she's in New York for the week."

I raise my eyebrows at him. "Well, shouldn't you give her a call, then?"

"Yeah," he says thoughtfully. "I probably should. I just really can't be bothered. I like her, but I'm not convinced we're a match made in heaven. I don't really ... miss her."

"How long has she been gone for?"

He shrugs, shaking his head. "It's only been a couple of days. Do you think I should be missing her?

"Uh, I think you should be discussing this with her, not with me." I awkwardly clear my throat. "But don't do that over the phone, wait until she's home again."

"I'm obviously not going to break up with her over the phone, I'm not that bad of a boyfriend."

"I never said you were. I also didn't say anything about breaking up, you brought that up yourself." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Just don't do anything you'll regret." I finally advise him. "Are you hungry?"

He seems surprised at my not-so-subtle change of subject. "I haven't had lunch yet."

"Well, come on, then." I get up from the sofa, heading his way to tug on his arm in encouragement. "I'm not the best cook when I'm at it by myself, but I have a feeling we'd make a pretty good team."