Denial

Chapter 15

I wake up with the sound of a phone ringing. I open my eyes adjusting to the world around me, it is still dark. I notice Harry beside me, sleeping with his arms wrapped around me. He also has his leg on top of mine, and I can feel him breathing on my neck. It is like the last time I slept here, the only difference is that this time we're closer, and I actually have my arm on top of his.

I hear a groan beside me, and I know it is Harry's. He opens his eyes, and moves away from me. He sits down on the bed, and reaches his arm out to get his phone from the bed side table. It has been ringing non stop for at least 10 minutes, it must be important.

"Hello?" he answers, his voice is raspier than usual.

I don't know who he is talking to, but i hope nothing bad happened to someone close to him. When you receive a call at this time of the night, it is either because someone is in trouble, or because someone is very drunk and decide to call you.

"Yeah she's here, why?"

She's here? Is he talking about me?

"Who is it?" I ask, whispering, but Harry ignores me.

"She is fine, don't worry" I hear him say. He is totally talking about me with the person in the other line, I really need to know who.

"Harry who are you talking to?" I ask, this time louder. Harry doesn't answer, instead he puts one of his hands on my mouth.

"Shut up" he tells me in a whisper, before he goes back to his conversation. "Sorry, I told you already, you don't need to worry she's here and she's okay."

There is a pause, and I'm guessing the person on the other line is talking. "I know, but I had a reason......well I'm not telling you its personal......well then you should ask her.........okay.......yes.......alright, are you done? I'm fucking tired and you woke me up at 2am, let me sleep....ok goodbye"

Harry finally hangs up the phone and removes his hand from my mouth.

"I'm going to put this thing on silence, I don't want someone to wake me up at this god damn hour" he says, putting his iphone on silence and placing it back on the night stand. He finally lays down again.

"Who was it?" I ask, for the third time already.

"Niall" he sighs, "your parents were worried that you weren't home, they called everyone they know. When they called Niall, he figured that since you weren't with him or Naomi, you'd be here" he continues.

"Oh, what did he say?"

"Well you know how Niall is, he gets protective when it comes to you, so he was worried" he says. "He told me to bring you back home, but of course I said no"

"Thank you" I smile, even though he can't see me. "Is he better now?"

Niall probably almost had a heart attack when my parents called him, he is always worrying about me. He is like my older brother, who always wants to take care of me and make sure nothing wrong ever happens. I kind of feel bad for not telling him.

"He is fine, I told him you were okay. He is going to let your parents know you're fine." My parents are going to kill me tomorrow, but who cares? Getting grounded is the last thing that worries me, seriously.

I nod. "Thanks"

"What did I say? Stop thanking me for God's sake" he chuckles.

"I forget."

"Its okay, we should just go back to sleep."

"Yeah" I agree. I was about to turn around my back at him, but he stops me.