Moments || H.S

iii ; Milkshakes

I slam my bedroom door closed with frustration. I knew I was shit! I flop onto my single bed in the corner of my room and stare at my reflection in the mirror, my long brown hair covers my pillow and I look pale, causing my freckles to appear darker. I divert my eyes to my bookshelf; I must have read nearly every book on there at least twice, guess it's the only thing I really do apart from music. 

Where did I go wrong? Why didn't I get through?  I had sung "Count on Me" by Bruno Mars while playing the Ukulele, but of course Simon, being the asshole that is, did not like it and all the other judges agreed. I got sent home. Fuck sake

I throw my pillow at the wall in anger and start to sob quietly. I had worked so hard for this moment and it backfired in my face. Eventually I drift off to sleep, I'm not sure how long I am asleep for but my mum wakes me up by gently shaking my shoulder and tells me softly that dinner is ready downstairs.

 I tell her I'm not hungry and she doesn't argue with me. She gets up and walks towards my door. Before she leaves she looks at me like she wants to say something, but decides not to for some reason and walks out the door and down the stairs where I hear her talking with Dad, but I can't understand what they are saying apart from my name so I close my eyes again. 

A little while later I decide I am done feeling sorry for myself and actually get better at playing and singing so I can go back next year. So I reach for my ukulele, walk over to my desk, sit in the chair and start playing; I play for about 10 minutes before giving up and throwing it back under my bed. I might as well quit music I think to myself and move from my desk back to my bed. 

And just as I land onto my bed my phone rings. I pick it up and the name surprises me. Harry . If I'm being honest, I kinda forgot about him during my anger. But seeing his name makes all the memories come back of today, so I reluctantly answer his call. 

"Hey" he says and I hear can hear his smile.

"Hi" I say back. Crap, it sounds like I'm snapping at him.

"Are you OK?" he asks, his British accent catching me off guard, it's stronger than mine. 

"Yeah i'm fine" I reply, "I just didn't get through"

He is silent for a moment before asking if I would like to get coffee sometime, I agree and the next morning we meet at a coffee shop in town. I'm sitting in there by myself wondering if he has ghosted me but thankfully he comes in the door with a grin on his face. I wave for him to sit  down and he does, it is a little awkward at first... he sits in front of me flicking his brown curly hair off his face and looking around the shop.

The waitress takes our order, when she leaves he smiles at me and tells me he got through. I tell him that I am proud of him. I genuinely meant it, something about him tells me those curls are going to be famous one day. 

We make small talk about our auditions and then our drinks arrive. Slowly it becomes less awkward and we are cracking jokes and giggling like little girls. I cant take the smile of my face, it feels like I have known Harry years and I hope that I'm going to have a friendship with him for a while, we have so much in common that it would be stupid not to. I'm not usually good at making friends or talking to new people, but he makes me feel comfortable and I can't remember the last time I felt calm talking to someone I just met.

He tells me he works in a bakery and I tell him I work in a take-away shop near my house. I blow bubbles in my milkshake and watch them rise to the top of the cup and we giggle and try desperately to clean up with serviettes when it overflows without anyone seeing.  

"Do you have any hobbies?" He asks me with a smile and I smile back when I see the dimples on his cheeks appear. 

"I mean I play piano and ukulele, I like to read as well" I answer "You?"

"I sing and just help my mum out" He smiles again and by seeing his facial expression I can tell he loves his family. 

Soon, its time to say our goodbyes. It only feels like we were talking for 10 minutes but by my watch says it was 3 hours. Crap, my mum is going to kill me. I quickly say goodbyes to Harry. Before I leave he gently grabs my arm and pulls me into a hug that I gladly accept. 

He thanks me for a great day and I promise to catch up with again soon. When I get home I text him

"Hey, thanks for the great day, we should totally do it again"

and to my surprise he replies quickly "Hi yes, but i am really busy with X-Factor stuff so I will let you know when :)" 

We text back and forth for a bit and decide to meet again after X-Factor season was finished, so he wouldn't break his focus. 

The chapters are gonna be a bit slow and cheesy to start off, especially as their are only kids for now. But we promise it's gets interesting as it goes on :)