Adore You [H.S]

15 // Thug Life

He listens in for a few moments before a smile appears over his face.

"Yes, you are, don't worry," He ensures her.

This was absolute torture, watching Harry talk to Jess over the phone without knowing the topic of conversation. I know Jess, Harry doesn't. She could say something totally humiliating about me, or better yet, offend him with some comment she would call a joke. I felt my palms sweat and I grazed them against my thighs in a subtle attempt to dry them.

Harry's eyes remain on mine as he speaks with Jess on the phone. I look back at George, who sits in the same spot as before with an amused look on his face. Both George and I knew exactly what was coming, I was terrified and he thought it was funny.

"I mean," Harry says after a few long seconds, causing me to turn back around to face him, "yeah."

His eyebrows wrinkled as he listened to what Jess had to say.

"I wouldn't mind, actually...Okay," He says, looking behind him. "Good idea. I have a few copies of the album in my dressing room if that'd work."

I'm presuming Jess agreed to his suggestion because Harry nodded in response.

"Alright," He says dismissively, "Have a good rest, Jess. It was lovely talking to you.....okay I will....goodbye."

And with that, he hung up my phone, giving it back to me.

"What did Jess want?" I ask, fearful for his answer.

"She wants a souvenir," He says.

"Oh my God," I say, annoyed as I put my head in my hand, "I'm so sorry she's so ignorant sometimes."

"No no, it's alright," He defends. He disappears yet again into his dressing room before coming back with two 'Fine Line' copies and Sharpie in his hands, as well as now wearing a blazer that matched the slacks he was wearing. "I don't mind at all."

He opens the first one up and writes for a second, then blows on it to dry it a little so it wouldn't smear. He repeats the same thing on the other one before closing them both and passing them to me.

I had a little bit of a handful trying to carry the hoodie as well as the two albums in my small arms, and I hadn't even put the other two sweatshirts on top yet.

"Do you need help carrying all that out to your car?" Harry offers politely.

My car! My ride! Shit, I haven't even called Emily to pick me up yet!

With a bit of struggle, I reach back into my purse where I had just put my phone to pull it out yet again.

"Here, let me help you," Harry says, promptly reaching forward and taking the things from my arms and holding them for me while I dialed Emily's number.

"Thank you so much," I say to him quietly before bringing my phone up to my ear. I stand there awkwardly as I wait for Emily to answer. It rings and rings, and then rings some more before I hear her voicemail sounding on the other line.

"Who did you call?" Harry asks curiously.

"My ride," I sigh, shutting off my phone as Harry hands me back my things, "and she didn't answer."

"Oh, I can..." He says instantly before catching himself, covering it up by clearing his throat, "I can see if my driver would give you a ride home—or to wherever you need to go."

"No, that's okay," I turn him down, "The hotel's only like 20 minutes away. I'm okay to just call an uber, or it wouldn't be too far to even walk."