What's Written In The Stars [H.S]

Part 68

"Thank you so much for dropping me off." I thank Damon as I enter Harry's house.

"Yeah, Harry would have my balls if I let you come here all by yourself." He rolls his eyes.

I laugh at his words and look at him, "Did he threaten you?" I tease.

"The daggers he was shooting at the party were threatening enough." I laugh again and he just shakes his head in disappointment.

"You wanna come in?" I ask politely.

"Will Harry kill me if I do?" He teases.

"Well....." I say in a sing- song voice, making him chuckle, "I think you'll live for today." I move aside and open the door wide so that he can enter. He walks in and I lock the door behind him.

He follows me through the narrow passage. I put my purse down on the couch and go to the kitchen to fill up a glass of water. Damon sits down on the sofa.

"Here." I hand him a glass.

"Where's our man?" Damon asks as he takes a sip.

Still riding off the weed I guess, "Still asleep." I shrug and he nods his head.

"Are you excited for the shoot in London?" He asks.

"Of course I am!" I reply feeling extremely happy to go to London for a shoot next week. Charlie informed us about it today and I totally freaked out. The team will be traveling next week and we will have a shoot that will go on for three to six days. It all depends on the weather conditions and accessibility to different locations.

"Is this the first time you'll be traveling to London?"

"No, I've been there before once. But never really got the chance to explore." My mind goes back to the day I was excited to get on the flight to Heathrow at Dubai Airport. Where I first met Harry.

Speaking of which.... Is he up?

"Just give me a minute." I tell Damon, who nods his head. I have to check up on Harry, check if Zayn is still here and if Aliya returned home or not? Last night I had messaged her asking her where she was, to which she replied very rudely saying that I should be minding my own business and not interfering in hers. I am still shocked by her reply, that definitely isn't Aliya. I know she's hiding something from me and I will find out.

I walk towards Harry's room, hoping he's still there and resting. It's already 9 and I hope he's had enough rest. I put my hand on the door knob, but the door opens by itself and I jump back. Harry's standing, shirtless with only black shorts, on the other side, with his hand on the door knob.

"Do you get scared that easily?" He smiles, his voice is raspy and deep. His long hair is even more messier that last night. But he looks a bit better. His eyes aren't glassy nor are they red or droopy. He looks fresh.

I ignore his question, "How are you feeling?" I ask him.

"Better. I fucked up bad, didn't I?" He runs his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, pretty bad." I shrug and he lets out a sigh.

"Have you freshened up? I'll make breakfast." I ask and Harry just nods his head. I turn around and walk back towards the living room, with Harry right behind me.

"Hey mate." Damon greets Harry, while still sitting on the couch.

I turn around and look at Harry, who stands there staring blankly at Damon. He looks at Damon and then looks at me.

"You've got to be fucking me." He says aloud.

"Good to see you too mate." Damon chuckles as he stands up.