Harry’s POV
I woke up the next morning to the sun shining brightly into my eyes through the curtains. I groaned quietly and opened my eyes to see Mellissa’s sleeping figure. She was so beautiful when she slept, so peaceful. I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, brushing her cheek softly. Her lips parted slightly as the breathed slowly. I slowly and stealthily rolled out of bed, silently exiting the room and shutting the door behind me.
I yawned as I shuffled down the stairs, ruffling my hair as I did so. I trudged into the kitchen where I poured myself a tall glass of orange juice, leaning on the edge of the sink counter, staring out the window at the London skyline. It was a gorgeous morning, the sun glistened in the sky as it dried the damp ground, presumably from the many rain showers we receive here in London. I carefully sipped the tart juice as I pondered life’s meaning. A gentle hand touched me shoulder. I turned to meet a set of blue eyes that could only belong to Mellissa.
“Hey.” I whispered.
“Hi.” She whispered back with a small smile. She reached over, grabbing my glass of orange juice and drinking it.
“Oh, its not like that was mine or anything.” I mumbled as I moved to pour another glass for myself since Mellissa took mine. She grinned, blowing me a kiss while I scowled playfully.
“You two are too cute.” Louis walked up, taking the cup of orange juice out of my hand and taking a sip.
“Dammit, Lou! That was mine!” I whined smacking the back of his head, making him choke of the juice. Mellissa giggled quietly while Louis glared daggers at me.
“You got a little somethin’ somethin’ right there.” Mellissa gestured at her upper lip.
“I hate you both.” Louis whined.
“You’re the one who just invited yourself in, so shut up!” I laughed.
“Are you two ready for the interview in an hour? Doubt it. Nice PJs, loser.” My eyes bugged out of my head. I had totally forgotten.
“Shit. Shit! Double Shit!” I scrambled around the kitchen running upstairs to get ready. I heard Louis tell Mellissa to dress nice and get ready quickly, then footsteps up the stairs and down the hall, then the front door shut, signaling Louis’ exit. I frantically threw on a pair of black dress pants, nice shoes, and a white dress shirt and black bowtie. Couldn’t go wrong with the classy look.
“Harry?” Mellissa’s voice called from down the hall.
“Yeah?”
“Can you help me pick an outfit?”
“Yeah. One sec.” I said as I adjusted my tie and ruffled my hair. I entered her room to see her sitting in front of her closet looking completely helpless. I chuckled as she looked at me with a lost puppy look.
“Harry, help.” She pleaded.
“I like this one.” I said as I pulled out a black vintage-y looking dress with a bow around the waist.
“Oh, I forgot I had that one. Good choice, Hazbear.” She smiled at me. “Now shoo. Get out.” She pushed me out of her room, shutting and locking the door behind her. I laughed, resting my back on the white wood. A minute or so later the door opened and she said,
“You can enter now.” I smiled, turning around. “I have to do my hair and makeup real quick. I don’t know what to do. Oh my God where is Eleanor when I need her.” She was nervous, I could tell, her hands shook as she quickly put her hair in the hot rollers that Eleanor made her buy. She picked up her eyeliner and attempted to put it on, but in vain because of her shaky hand. “Shit. Shit. Damn!” She muttered before throwing the pen down and wiping the black liquid off her face.
