nourish || h.s.

|| part two

YOU HAVE 10 NEW MESSAGES
My phone has been blowing up all morning. I guess everyone found out.. I'm not taking a break. I've been watching E news on my cell phone, and they're really adamant when trying to come up with why I'm taking a break.
"Harry has been extremely successful with this new album. Stopping so suddenly sure isn't a good sign. Maybe it's for a new album? Maybe he's tired of the fame? No new information has been released. Nonetheless, good luck, Harry!"
I sigh, scrolling past the video. There's no massive secret. I just want to stop for a while. It's been two years. That's long enough to be in the public eye. Now, I get at least some time to myself. Still, everyone is bothering me about it. They're worried about me. Let them worry. I get up from the couch to weigh myself again.
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"I'm not kidding! I know where he lives!" Andi is making preposterous accusations. She claims she knows where Harry Styles lives. If anyone knew that, it would be everywhere. I scoff, shaking my head. She has no clue.
"Prove it."
She gives me this look- like an amused smirk. Then, she pulls my hand, leading me out of the door of the coffee shop.
"We can literally walk there from this shop." She insists.
Andi with an I, the random girl who I just met at a coffee shop, is already one of the best people I've ever met. Now, she's dragging me around with her. I actually love it.
"Andi, I don't believe you."
We're standing in front of a small flat. No car in the driveway, no plants, no nothing. The windows are dark. The grass is mowed, but that's it! You'd expect a celebrity to live just a tab bit more lavish than this. I roll my eyes playfully, crossing my sweater-covered arms across my chest.
"Just- we will wait!"
Andi and I step over toward the neighbor's house. There is a line of bushes next to their driveway, leading all the way up between the two houses. Andi suggests that we sit to wait and see if anyone comes out.
"Andi, what are you doing? This is mad."
She invites me to sit next to her, and I can't help but oblige. It's nearly six p.m. I should surely be home, feeding myself or something, but instead I'm sitting outside of someone's home.
I see Andi carefully inspecting the windows, and I am convinced that she's going to be my new best mate. I watch the house in anticipation.