Asleep {h.s}

i - Home

It was a cold wednesday night in November, the 5th day of the month to be exact. The clock showed half past nine. Being the middle of the week, the streets were silent in the neighbourhood of Primrose Hill in London. In a small apartment, on the third floor of a building, lived a young girl named Azalea. But she preferred to be called Lea.

Lea was a typical nineteen year old girl. Nothing too special about her. She was a student in literature at the University of London and worked part-time in a bookshop a couple of streets down her place. In a way, Azalea was a book worm. She liked to read pretty much anything and would always carry a book with her.

She didn't have a lot of friends, a couple of really good ones but nothing more. She knew a lot of people, but she wouldn't call them her friends. They were acquaintance, or friends of friends. To her, being friends was much more than someone she talked to. Being friends meant someone you could count on.

But she was nice, really nice, and people liked her. She would just rather spend her time reading than go out with friends.

Fifteen minutes ago, Lea had finished her shift at work. She had gathered her things and headed home. On her way, as she was listening to some music, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She took it out and smiled at the name that was written across the screen. Harry.

She had received a simple word *Hey!* . But it was enough to make her heart skip a beat.

*Hi!* she replied. Such simple word, that held a lot of emotions. She wanted to add a smiley face, but decided against it, thinking she might look too happy that he had texted her.

*What are you doing* He replied almost immediately.

*Just finished work, why?* she asked.

*Do you have anything planned tonight?*

Azalea smiled widely. She knew that Harry had arrived home last night. He had been touring around the world with his band, One Direction, for the past nine months. But she didn't expect him to text her so soon.

She hadn't seen Harry in a month. Thirty-nine days to be exact. She missed him, she missed him a lot more than she should, but that's something she would never tell him.

Harry gathered a lot of attention from girls and Azalea was sure that she wasn't any different to him than any other girls. She wished he would care for her, the way she cared for him. But she never held too much hope about it, not wanting to be disappointed. He was a friend, and she was okay with it. It was enough.

But she couldn't help but to get excited every time he wrote to her, or wanted to meet up with her.

*No, not really*, she sent back.

She reached the door to her apartment and searched her keys in her bag. Although it was a relatively small bag, Azalea had a hard time finding them. She always had. Not that she was unorganized, she would just either be really distracted, or simply look too fast. This kind of things always happened to her.

Once she entered her flat, she hung her coat and put her bag on the floor next to the door. She made sure to keep her phone in her hand, in case Harry texted her again.

She wasn't sure if he would. A lot of time he would start texting her and then not answer for hours. But this time he did.

*Are you home yet?*

*yes*

Mere seconds after she sent that text, there was a knock on her door. She froze in place and her eyes were wide with surprise.