Blame it on the Alcohol

--2 Days Later—

*Shelly’s POV*

I’m sitting at my small kitchen table, my phone in front of me. I’ve been doing this, staring at my phone in thought, on and off again since I hung up on Harry. What he said got me to thinking. I couldn’t decide if it was genuine or if he was buttering me up because he was lonely. Sammy told me he was lying, but I wasn’t sure. I know Harry and the words felt…real. But I wasn’t sure if I was ready to get back with him. I was still upset about the break. But the baby needs a daddy. I sighed and picked up my phone and unlocked the screen, Harry’s contact information on the screen. I stared at the screen, my finger hovering over the green call button, chewing on my lip. “We can take it slow…” Harry’s words replayed in my head. Fuck it, I thought, clicking the call button.

…

*Harry’s POV*

We were back on the tour bus, on our way to the airport for our flight back. I could hear Louis and Niall joking around at the front of the bus. I was lying in my bunk, staring at the bottom of Louis’ bunk. I rolled over, just in time to see Zayn walking up to my bunk.

“’Ello,” he said with a small smile.

“Hi,” I replied, the corner of my mouth rising up in an attempt of a smile.

“You’ve been back here for the whole 2 hours we’ve been on this bloody bus. What’s eating you, mate?”

“It’s Shelly. I talked to her the other day. She’s still t’d off at me.”

“You still love her, don’t you?”

“I never stopped, Zayn. Not for a fucking second. I just want her back.”

“You’ll get her back. It may take a bit for her to realize, but deep down, she still loves you and she forgives you.”

I smirked up at him. “Thanks, Zayn. You’ve always know how to cheer a bloke up.”

“It’s a gift,” he replied with a smile before returning back to the front of the bus. I sat up and was about to follow when I heard Paradise by Coldplay coming from somewhere in the sheets. I felt around, finding it just before the ringtone stopped.

“Hello?” I breathed.

“You said we can take it slow, right?”