“It’s time to wake up,” Harry’s deep voice whispered. I was awoken almost instantly. I moved my head over to the side to see the time. I noticed the sun hadn’t even rose in the sky yet.
“What the fuck, Harry,” I moaned. “Let me get a few more hours.”
He chuckled, “It’s four in the morning.”
I turned to face him. I could hardly see his face in the dark. I reached, turned on a small lamp, and I turned back to look at him. He looked at me with the biggest smile ever. He was actually glad to see me. The look in his eyes, the way he ran his fingers through my hair, the tone of voice, well, just him in general.
“Hey,” He said.
“Hey,” I replied. Hardly any words were exchanged. All we really did was look at each other for the longest time. Everything felt so peaceful, so serene, so amazing. His eyes held a million words that were reassuring to me and the more I looked at them, the more I didn’t want to leave. I was completely oblivious to the time that was slowly ticking away. Harry kept me pulled away from reality. I almost forgot about Chance showing himself up uninvited at the party, almost.
The alarm clock in Harry’s room went off softly at first. It was so soft that I didn’t even notice it until the loud blaring and peak of sunlight shone through the bedroom. Suddenly, the daydream I found myself in was gone. I sat myself up in the bed and tried to wake up my left foot that had fallen asleep somewhere between four and six in the morning.
“Well,” he said. “it looks like you need to be getting ready.”
I groaned, “I really don’t want to go out with a girl day.”
“Why not,” He asked.
“Because it’ll be shopping. I’m not a shopper.”
He rolled his eyes, “I’m sure you’ll love the fashion over here. It’s quite different from the ‘American’ fashion.”
“Are you insulting my country, you Brit,” I joked around with him, pushing at his shoulder lightly.
He and I both laughed, and he said, “No, ma’am. I’m just saying that a ton of people prefer the London style for whatever damn reason it may be.”
I snorted a bit, “Well, I can’t argue with that. Most girls who aren’t into it around my neighborhood are dressed in a piece of skin tight plastic.”
“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think,” He asked in a sarcastic tone.
“Nope.”
Harry let out a tiny laugh. He picked himself up off of the bed and started for the bathroom, “Come on.”
“What for?”
“I think you should shower before you leave with Perrie,” He replied.
“Ugh, must I really go,” I whined and laughed.
“Well, why don’t I go with you,” he said. “I can ask Perrie if it’s alright.”
I shrugged, “If you want to.”
He smirked, “Alright. You get a shower, and I’ll go talk to her.”
“Done deal.”
I got up and walked across the hallway to my bedroom. The room was bright and messy from the night before. I didn’t even remember that I forgot to clean the place before Liam came over. I forgot that I had also left him in the dust. We had been talking all day long, and I just left him when Harry waltzed into the room. I felt really bad for doing that, but I guess shit happens.
I reached and turned on the shower. I looked into the mirror as the water was beginning to warm up. I went through my daily routine with my toiletries. Brushing my teeth, wiping any excess makeup off before I washed my face in the shower, and making sure I didn’t have any blemishes on my face. Once the water was warm enough, I got in the shower.
My mind was on everything except my shower. I was still debating whether or not to actually let Harry in as a romantic involvement. Maybe I should after all. I haven’t had a real relationship since I was just a little thirteen year old girl. Harry showed me that he was a caring, protective guy. It wouldn’t hurt me to let him in, would it?
I got out of the shower, and I found myself rushing to get ready. Right as I was about to take the towel off my body, Zayn walked in.
“Hey, Mitchie,” he said as he looked up. His face flushed bright red, and he covered his eyes, “Oh fucking hell, I’m sorry.”
I quickly covered up and hid behind the door, “It’s fine. Did you need something?”
“I was just coming to tell you Harry’s gonna come with you and Perrie.”
“Is Cierra coming too?”
“Yeah. I should go now,” he said as he began to slip out of the door. I could see he was quite embarrassed, so I let him just walk out. I continued to get myself ready for the day.
I was finally finished getting ready. I took a step back and looked into the mirror. I wasn’t entirely impressed with my look, but I figured it would be good enough for an out on the town. I grabbed my bag and started out to the living room. I noticed it was still early, so I figured everyone would be asleep. I was so wrong because I bumped right into Louis and Niall chatting up in the hall.
“Sorry,” I apologized, picking up my bag that had fallen onto the floor.
Niall helped me pick the things up that flew across the floor, “You’re fine. I wasn’t watching my footing.”
“Thanks, Niall,” I smiled up at him. His face flushed reddish. I could tell something was wrong. Louis stood there cold as Niall picked himself up and excused himself into the next room.
“Is something wrong, Lou,” I asked, positioning my bag back up on my shoulder.
“I’m perfectly peachy,” He said through his teeth.
I looked at him weirdly, “If you say so. You seem extremely pissed. Do you not like me or something?”
He shook his head, “No, I don’t hate you.”
“Then what’s the problem? The entire time we’ve been here, you have said just one sentence to me.”
“I’m concerned for Harry. Every time he gets involved with a girl, someone has something bad to say or do about it. I’m only defending my friend. It isn’t anything against you, I just don’t want him upset or hurt again. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go,” he said as he walked past me.
I turned to talk, “I’m not going to hurt him, Louis. I don’t even know if I want to be involved that way with him.”
Louis stopped cold dead in his track. He turned himself, so he could face me. His look was as expressionless as the Mona Lisa as he walked over to me. Without saying anything for a minute, he looked at me up and down.
“I know you won’t hurt him,” he told me. “The only thing I’m concerned of is how the media will depict this whole thing between you two when it goes viral.”
“What makes you think we’ll go viral?”
He looked up at the ceiling as if he was speaking to God before he answered, “They’ll find out eventually. They always do, even if he’s keeping it from everyone. The media will always find out. I’m just warning you for your safety and his, do not do anything you wouldn’t want the world to find out because the second we walk out of this house to begin touring again, they’ll know your name, and you will get hate for no reason.”
I looked him dead in the eyes. I was actually quite intimidated by his words, and it sent a cold fear through me. But nonetheless, I simply nodded and said, “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.”
He nodded to me and went to where Niall stood at the end of the hall. I looked at Niall, and he looked at me. He mouthed something that I couldn’t depict out before Louis motioned for him to walk towards where Liam was staying. I quickly made my way down the stairs to where Harry, Cierra, and Perrie were waiting for me. I knew that this whole day was going to be ruined by Louis’ warning.