the journal - h.s.

45

[harry's pov]

I led a hand through my messy hair, rolling my eyes for what seemed as the 100th time today. They acted like kids hyped on sugar or something - or well especially Jenny at the moment.

"What was her name Louis? Come on you must remember!" She poked him in the side with that never leaving smirk covering her features. It had been carved there ever since Louis came over at 2 PM. And of course she had overheard his very first question before even entering our small apartment 'who was that girl from last night Styles'?

It had not taken Jenny much persuation, before she had gotten the entire story out of Louis, as he had hung over a cup of coffee in our small kitchen.

"Just give me a minute woman!" Louis shouted whispered - he was completely hungover from last night. Apparently the blonde lad, whom Amber had been on the bar with to see us perform was quite a drinker. I couldn't remember his name. But for that I had to admit I was impressed with the blonde lad - if he had been able to drink Tomlinson under the table ... well let's just say that was quite an accomplishment.

"Well think faster then!" Jenny said a little too loudly making Louis flinch, he held his finger in the air with a 'no. no. oh no' kind of signal to her. She just shook her head with a smile and returned her eyes to me. The two of them were on the worn cough, while I was seated on the floor with my back against the wall between the two windows, I rested my head against it and sighed deeply.

Jenny continued in a very judgemental whisper at me, "I can't believe you won't fucking tell me about this you bloody bastard!" She grabbed the last of the cushions and threw it at me, just like she had with the rest. I just tried hard not to smile as widely as I wanted to - and shook my head not letting a sound leave my lips after shielding off the pillow.

"URRGHH BOYS!" She threw her hands into the air and gave both of us death stares. I tried even harder not to beam and Louis lifted an eyebrow at me, as the loud noise of her annoyance clearly didn't help on his headache.

I tried drowning out last night, how her eyes had glittered in between the falling raindrops, how her hair had been soaked and even darker, how her teeth had formed into a perfect smile, how her lips had tasted...

I narrowed my brows and forced myself to think of something else. Gladly I let my mind be distracted by the unplugged electric guitar in my hands, with my legs stretched out before me - lightly crossed at the feet, the guitar felt perfect in my embrace. Without much effort I let my fingers play over the strings, forming a light melody which I had thought of last night. It would go perfectly with the words I had written that first night after I had seen her in my room...

"Was it .. I think it was Amber?" Louis finally spoke interrupting my tune, which stopped abruptly as he said her name. I tried keeping my gaze down, but my entire body tensed at the mentioning of her mere name - and Jenny caught onto my reaction faster than she could have managed to say 'fuck'.

"DID YOU GO ON A DATE WITH AMBER MOORE YOU LITTLE UNGRATEFUL FUCKER! WELL HOLY FUCKING SHIT HARRY EDWARD STYLES YOU ACTUALLY RAN OFF THE STAGE FOR HER! MY HEART! THE FEELINGS!" As Jenny shouted at the top of her lungs and jumped up from her seat Louis' seemed to literally die from the high pitched sound and I just did everything I could to keep my gaze on the floor and not react.

"Oh crap sorry Lou but just," she looked at me again with wide eyes and whispered awfully intensely, "holy shit Styles!" She seated herself cross legged on the floor next to me, and looked at me as if I was some kind of animal in the zoo she had never seen before.

She stretched her back and narrowed her eyes at me with the most evil grin I had ever seen carved into her little devil face. I tried keeping my face straight, as I simply just lifted one eyebrow at her in suspiciousness. She removed some of her flamming red hair not letting go off my eyes.