Bittersweet love || l.s.

Chapter Two

    Big day.

I barely slept yesterday, I was too anxious.

My alarm clock reads 06:00. I have 30 minutes more to sleep- but I can't. I will just get up.

I stumble to my bathroom to shower. 30 minutes, half an hour- I showered for half an hour. What is happening to me? I've never been this way before.

I look at myself in the mirror, "Harry relax, you've got this, okay? Everything will be fine, unless-", I pause, "No, stop! It will be just fine."

I put my expensive perfume on that I've been saving for most special occasions. Yes, I know it's weird but what's new?

I dry my hair and put my pink bottom up shirt along with jeans.

What now? It's 7am and we are leaving at 8am, Oliver is not awake yet.

Think.

Maybe I should make us breakfast as a thank you?

I put The Beatles on shuffle and start making eggs and toast. This smells good, honestly why don't I do this every morning?

"Morning H." I hear Oliver's grumpy voice coming from doorway.

"Morning Oli," I say as I place toast, eggs and some fruits on his plate, "Here, enjoy." I say, as I jokingly pull his cheek making him smile.

"I haven't had a homemade breakfast since I've moved away," he says, chuckling making me do the same, "Maybe I should find more people willing to hire you." He jokes.

"Hey!" I whine, "I just had extra time, so be grateful because this is the one time thing, hopefully."

"Come, give me a hug." He says standing up holding his arms wide open.

"Um, wha-"

"No questions." He hugs me tightly. I stood confused but I hugged back. Is he okay?

"They say hugs help. Do you feel better?" He says still hugging me,so tightly I could barley breathe.

"Hump-" I manage to blur out.

"I know, thank me later. I do have magical hugs tho don't I?" He starts flexing his biceps, "it's probably because of those bad boys." He smirks.

"Get a grip of yourself man." I say as I sit down to eat.

"Jealous much?" He smirks and sits down to eat with me.

"No I'm-"

"It's okay to be jealous, I totally understand mate." He says smiling like a lunatic.

And this is my best friend. A crazy dude that's a bit too full of himself, but still cares for everyone else.

We finish breakfast and start heading out. Now this is where the nerves really kick in. I've never met this dude face to face and I've seen him about million times on TV. I feel like a fan girl at this point.

I sat in the car waiting for Oli. Is he not scared that he will be late? I would be one hour early everyday.

Finally he gets in and starts driving.

"It will be alright Harry, you will be alright." He looks at me.

One more thing about my best friend is: when he calls me by my full name- shit is real. I usually find it cute but this time it's rather- nerve wrecking?

And just like that, we are In front of the building that has in big, bold  letters "LOUIS TOMLINSON INC." written.

Okay, let's do this.