Truly, Madly, Deeply (Book 2 of the Summer Love series) || 1D

THIRTY-SIX: Have Another Toast

Briley's POV

    I sit nervously in the kitchen with my phone in front of me, drinking my second cup of coffee. Louis sits across from me, scrolling through his phone. I've been up for about an hour now. Louis got up about twenty minutes ago and Harry and Zayn are still asleep. Louis looks up at me and laughs. I look back at him.

    "What?" I ask. He puts his hand on top of mine to stop my fingers from tapping. I didn't even realize I was doing it. "Sorry." I say, pulling my hands off the table entirely.

    "Nervous?" he asks me.

    "Petrified."

    "Don't be. What you showed us last night was really good. I honestly don't think you have anything to worry about." Louis says. I sigh and look down at my phone, still nervous as ever. Louis stands up and goes to pour himself another cup of coffee. "Do you want me to go wake Harry?" he asks.

    "No, it's okay. He barely slept in Florida because of me, I know he's exhausted. He needs to sleep." I reply. As if on cue, Harry walks into the kitchen.

    "Too bad I'm already awake, then." he says sleepily. He comes over and kisses me once. "Good morning." he says.

    "Good morning." I respond.

    "I could feel your nervous energy from upstairs." he tells me, playing with my hand. I giggle quietly.

    "Sorry." he kisses my hand once and goes to pour himself a cup of coffee as well.

    "You have nothing to be worried about, princess. You're incredible." he tells me.

    "Thanks." I say half-heartedly, looking down at my phone again.

    "Bri, look at me." Harry says. I turn and make eye contact with him. "Don't worry about it. Everything's gonna be fine." he says comfortingly. I nod and look up as Zayn comes into the kitchen. He doesn't say anything, just walks straight to the coffee as Louis and Harry sit down with me again.

    "Good morning, Zayn lad!" Louis says loudly. Zayn squints and shoots Louis a look from across the kitchen.

    "Too fucking early, mate." Zayn mumbles. We all giggle and go silent as I wait for my phone to ring.

    "Hey, what's that saying? 'A watched pot never boils', is it?" Louis says. I roll my eyes at him.

    "Let me live." I tell him.

    "Nervous, Bri?" Zayn asks, sitting down next to Louis. I nod. "Understandably. Yet irrationally." he says taking a sip of his coffee.

    "Thanks for the encouragement guys, but I'm afraid it's not really helping." I tell them. Harry takes my hand and throws his arm over me.

    "What will help?" Harry asks me.

    "My phone ringing." I say, looking down at my phone again. All of a sudden, it rings and Simon's contact name comes up on my screen. My heart starts racing and I feel frozen. I just stare at it for a second.

    "Briley." Harry says, picking my phone up, answering it, and holding to my ear. I take it from him and run out of the room.

    "Good morning, Simon. How are you?" I answer, trying to sound as calm, cool, and collected as possible.

    "Hello, Briley. Good morning. I'm doing just fine, and yourself?" Simon replies. I finally get to Harry's bedroom, which I guess is now our bedroom, and shut and lock the door.

    "To be honest with you, I've been nervous all morning." I tell him, laughing a little to try and break the tension.

    "Well, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?" he asks.