I GROAN TO myself as I roll around in my bunk, not being able to fall asleep. I had way too many thoughts up in that space above my forehead and under my scalp. I was so annoyed, I even knocked on it and told it to stop working. I'm going crazy I swear.
I just couldn't get enough rest nowadays and would then regret not getting my much needed beauty sleep. I would end up either sprawled on the seats at the stadiums whilst rehearsing or lying on someone's–usually Harry's–shoulder. It's not that I have insomnia, it's just that I think a little more than enough.
With that being said, I try my best to shut my brain down and just have a peaceful rest. My peaceful rest is interrupted by my phone blasting the chorus of 'Where Do Broken Hearts Go' by yours truly. I wrote the song, I sang the song and I like the song. Don't judge. My thoughts of how good the song is are interrupted by the other side of my brain–the discerning side–thinking out loud of how rude a person would be by calling me up at this time.
I check the caller ID, not at the least surprise that it's Harry, and answer the call. "Whad'dya want, dork?" I ask.
"Hello to you too, my love." He jokes, and I take that a little too seriously and stiffen up a bit and cough.
"Anyway," Harry starts, and I can sense the awkwardness in his voice at how weird I'm being. "What's up?"
"'What's up?'" I ask in amusement. "Did you just ask me 'what's up?'" I say laughing, but nothing seems to be funny so I stop.
"Yeah.." He says. "Why..?"
"Well, to be quite frank, it's 3:28 in the morning and I'm trying to magically remove my brain so I can get some shut-eye. You?" I say in all honesty, because what can I do?
"Wrong, it's 3:30 now." He states, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
"Whatever. Why'd you call?" I ask, truly curious.
"Nothin'. Just assumed you'd be awake, because, let's be honest, you never sleep. You're basically a vampire now. I wouldn't be surprised if you grew fangs and became as pale as Snow White. Not like you already are anyway."
"Come to think of it, I wouldn't be surprised either." I chuckle at his dark humor. He really is humorous, isn't he?
"Anyway," I continue. "Why are you awake? Don't you sleep at like, what, eight or summat?"
"Haha," Harry laughs loudly. "You're right! I do, but I just can't sleep tonight for some odd reason."
"And you think talking to me at 3:36 in the morning's gonna help ya?"
"Wrong again, babe!" He says in an amusing tone, but the term of endearment hits me again. "It's 3:38 now!"
I giggle–yes giggle–at how charming he is. Yes, he is charming. He's adorable, cute, charming, endearing –he's just really a ray of sunshine and can make anyone smile.
"Harry,"
"Yes, Niall?"
"Did you ever think of why we're like this?" I say to him in a sad tone. It's not that I don't like what we are right now, just disappointed that some people don't accept the fact that we're in a relationship -a fake one, that is. Harry and I aren't dating. We just seem to really like kissing and cuddling and making out and doing other things together.
"What do you mean, love?" There it is again. Gosh, I'm getting so whipped.
"I-I mean like, why do you think they gave us this task? They as in Scott, David, and Si?" I ask him, nervously waiting for his answer.
"Um, I don't really know how to answer that," I frown. "Wait, let me think."
I hum, waiting for his response, but I can hear his breathing and I hold mine in so that I can hear his even breathing clearly. Gosh, I'm abnormal.
"Y'know what, Ni?" I sit up and hum again to let him know I'm listening.
"I don't think I'll ever know why it happened," he started.
"But I'm glad it did."
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