Day 200. A Harry Styles, One Direction Fanfic

Part 16. Truly Madly Deeply.

Day 115

We’re pretty crushed. Yesterday we started out early for the last radio tour, which was in BBC Radio 1. It’s always a fun time meeting my mate, Nick Grimmers. He’s always a laugh, we’re meant to promote our upcoming single and album, which was in less than two months.

At noon, we had a photoshoot for this GAP Jeans ad, and finished around 6pm to find out that there was this party going on for Ed’s album promo. Ed… meaning Ed Sheeran. He’s a good friend of ours, and we can’t miss out. So there we went.

It’s 8 am, and we’re all shattered. Zayn’s dribbling off the sofa, he couldn’t even make it to the room. Niall is already up, and went out to gym. Lou’s still in bed, we’re not expecting him to wake up anytime soon. Where Liam’s grinding fresh brewed coffee.

“This is nice. What is it?”, I sipped the coffe Liam offered.

“Oh I got these at Starbucks a few days ago. Nothing better than this”

“False. There is always Costas”, I shrudded.

“No, starbucks is way better”, he sipped his coffee and went in to the living room.

My phone beeped, it was a text from Grace.

From: Grace

Haven’t heard from you all day, been worried.Happy 3 months babe. Hope ur okay, Love you xx

“Shit”, I swore. Looking out from my phone, not bothered to reply. I hurried and sat next to Liam, who was turning on the tv and switched it to ITV. “Mhhmmm”, Zayn mumbled, he’s face swifted and pressed on the pillow. “Wake up sleepy head”, Liam patted his head. It wasn’t a mess, thinking that it usually all well styled.

“Fuck offf”, Zayn threw a pillow at us. “Watch out for the coffee mate”, he didn’t reply. Think he dozed off again. “Liam!”, I shaked his shoulders. “Watch out. For the coffee!”, he said loudly.

“Right sorry. Panicking here, okay. Today’s like our 3rd month anniversary or something, and I totally forgot”

“Dumbhead, what do you expect me to do?”

“Uhm. Ideas? I don’t know”

“I can’t think of anything. As far as I know, I’m as hungover as you”, he shaked his head. Leaning back and drinked more.

“LIAM”, I looked at him seriously.

“Reserve a table, go on a date. Or not go on a date. Buy her stuff. I don’t know, ask Niall”

“Niall’s not a romantic guy”, I pointed out.

“Touche. Take her here”, he said simply.

“Oh I have an idea! Thankyou!!”, I bolted upright and stood from my seat. I held his head and kissed it. Now this kind of affection doesn’t bother any of us. We kiss each other all the time, it never gets weird because that’s just brotherly love. Bromance, people say it. “But you’ll have to help me on this one”, he looked back at me with confusion.

I went storming through out the house, looking at things that I could possibly use. Went in through the kitchen, scanned the pantry. “Right, spoons”, I grabbed a few on the drawer and left them on top of the table. Later for me to grab.

I walked back to the living room, Liam just sat there starring at me. “Don’t we have like a folded chair or something?”, I put my hands on my waist, supporting my body. “As long as I lived here, these two sofas are the only ones we have”. “Then you’ll have to help me carry this upstairs”, I told him. His expression showed that he was real confused, but didn’t bother to ask again so he basically agreed to it.