Harry and Payton

Chapter 10

    Payton glanced out the window that rainy afternoon, repeatedly hitting the string to pull the curtains down against the cold glass. She sighed noisily, looking over at Kyle and Carson who were playing a not so fun looking game of cards. Payton got up from her comfy spot on the armchair and sat beside Kyle, supporting her head with her tiny fist.

   “What’re you playing?” Payton asked, remotely. Carson looked up at her with his big blue eyes before glancing back down at the cards in his hands.

   “Playing crazy eights.” Carson responded, dryly. Payton slowly nodded, watching the boys pick up and lay down cards. 

   “You three look entertained.” Jake called from the kitchen. Payton looked over at him before resting her head on the table, sighing noisily.

   “Why aren’t you Skyping, Harry?” Kyle asked, monotone. Payton glanced up at him, scanning his pimple free face before shrugging, resting her chin on her fists. Jake sat across from her, staring at her as he waited for her to answer Kyle's question.

   “I don’t know, he’s probably busy.” Payton muttered, rubbing her eyes before looking over at Kyle who nodded slowly, laying down a card. She glanced up at Carson who quickly looked away from her, laying down his last card before having his own unenthusiastic celebration. 

   “When’s Dad getting home?” Carson muttered as Kyle threw his cards down, placing his forehead on the table.

   “I don’t know, what time does Dad usually get home from work?” Payton mumbled, yawing. Jake shrugged, taking a sip of the chocolate milk in his glass. Payton sighed and slightly shook her head, standing up to plop on the couch, flicking on the TV. 

    Harry stepped sluggishly off the plane at Heathrow airport on a gloomy Friday afternoon, dragging his feet along the cold concrete floor, his eyelids slightly drooping. He smiled politely like he always did for the camera’s that were shoved in his face and took pictures with fans, trying desperately to look alive and energetic, but that quickly faded. Once the boys picked up their luggage, they were hurried into the large white SUV with tinted windows and slowly pulled away from the airport. 

   “You alright, mate?” Niall asked, looking over at him as he placed his head against the head rest. He slowly looked over at him and tried to give him a small smile.

   “I’m fine, just a little tired, that’s all.” he muttered, pulling his phone out of his pocket as it vibrated.

    Its Payton biiiiitch: Hi love:)

    Harry: Ello, how’re you, babe?

    Its Payton biiiiitch: I’m alright, a little bored. How about you?

    Harry: A little tired I must admit.

    Its Payton biiiiitch: Aww, love:( 

    Harry: Miss you terribly♥

    Its Payton biiiiitch: Miss you too!:* Get some sleep, hun!♥

    Harry took that as an indicator to exit out of his messages and shut his eyes for the rest of the ride.

    What felt like two minutes later, he was getting woken up by Louis, who gave him a small, apologetic smile.

   “We’re home, mate.” Louis said in a raspy voice. Harry gave him a vague nod before slowly climbing out of the car with the rest of the boys to walk into the apartment building in East London, walking unsteadily up to the flat. Louis unlocked the door and threw it open, the smell of their familiar flat hitting them like a ton of bricks. He sighed and dropped his suitcase on the floor, instantly wandering absentmindedly towards his room, falling onto his comfotable bed.