Glazed Over Eyes

Chapter 8

The sun beamed through my blinds as the birds sang. It was a calm Saturday morning and the boys said something about going out today. The sweet, sweet smell of waffles lingered in the air from downstairs. Phoebe and Daisy had probably hogged all of them. I picked up my phone to check if the boys had made any further plans on the group chat.

                          Tommo's Bitches🖕🏻

Liam
Cinema or bowling today boys?

Zayn
Depends what films are on...

Liam
Right, any other requests?

Niall
Nando's?

Zayn
Kindly leave this groupchat.

Me
I think cinema. I'll do whatever H's doing. x

Liam
Relash goals :((

Zayn
Alexa, play 'That Should Be Me' by Justin Beiber.

Niall
Ahem?

Harry
Please can we go to the cinema? I'm not that cut out for bowling. -H x

Me
looks like I'm gonna have to agree with H

Liam
Cinema it is then!

Niall
At around 10 do we say?

Me
All sorted. See you then x

Harry
Byeee! -H

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It was already quarter past 9 but the time I had fully gotten up and had a shower. I would have to save those waffles for later because I'm assuming Niall is going to bribe us into buying himself and the rest of us food.

Today was the first day of the Christmas holidays, so lots of Christmas-y films were probably going to be playing on the screens.

I put on my woven beige jumper on and my black coat ontop of it. I decided to put on my fluffy socks on since it was freezing outside. The trousers I was wearing were simply just black, but tight around my thighs. I sprayed hairspray on my cowflick hair, going for the i-didn't-touch-my-hair-but-it's-fucking-perfect look.

I brought a tenner in my pocket, just in case harry wanted any popcorn. Liam hadn't told any of us what movie we were going to see; we but he was acting a bit secretive. They said to meet at the ice-cream parlour, which was just opposite the cinema.

It was snowing outside.

There he was, standing a yard away, Harry. His hair looked even more heavenly with snowflakes being placed on his lucious head of curls. He was wearing black skinny jeans with a grey crewneck sweatshirt, a parka on top. He looked oh so warm, I just wanted to cuddle him.

"Lou! Over here!" I heard a voice from behind me.
The raspy, low voice was easily recognizable.

I turned around slowly to see Harry with a massive snowball in his glove.
"You wouldn't dare." I said, between my teeth as I shook my finger.
A mischievous smirk appeared on his face, which I found utterly adorable. The next thing I knew, I had a handful of ice thrown at my face.