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sunday, march 4th, 2018
11:06 pm

A chill runs up my spine after hearing Reid and Harry.

I don't want to pry and be annoying or get upset because he hasn't told me something. We've argued about keeping secrets in the past, but it's always turned out okay and I know I can trust Harry.

But I'm still scared.

I turn around and walk back to the bathroom, and then call out Harry's name as if I had never gone to look for him in the first place.

"Yeah, what's up?" He calls back, and I hear footsteps getting louder. I see him in the doorway with a pretty distraught face.

Fuck, I wanna ask him so badly.

Nope, not that girl. Not doing that. Stop, Emma.

"There are no towels." I tell him, and he nods.

"I'll grab some." He gives me a soft smile, and then heads back out.

I grab my phone and see a text from Sofia.

Sofia: can isa and noelle both come to harry's concert please :)

Sofia: it's ok if there's not enough room but would you ask?

Me: why are you concerned about this all the sudden

No response. I exit out of the messaging app and open up snapchat to respond to some friends while I wait for Harry.

"Two enough?" He asks, handing them to me as he walks back into the room.

"Why would I need three towels." I chuckle, and he shrugs his shoulders with a laugh. I head into the bathroom again, still extremely curious.

I think about it while I shower, and I get even more curious. I make it a fast shower, just washing my hair and body.

I finish my shower, dry off, wash my face, brush my teeth and then walk back out to see Harry asleep.

Great, now he for sure can't tell me tonight.

No chance I'll be able to fall asleep.

I sigh and grab my pajamas, some flowy brandy melville shorts and a big USA t-shirt, and change into them. I turn the lights off and walk over to my side of the bed, and quietly get in so I don't wake Harry.

I spend a few minutes on my phone, scrolling through Instagram, twitter, Facebook. Once my eyes get tired from the bright screen, I shut off my phone and try to sleep.

But I can't, as predicted.

I just wanna know so badly what he's keeping from me. He's close with Reid, so it could be anything- work related or more personal.

I move around quite a bit, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep. Doesn't work.

"Em." I hear quietly. I thought he was asleep.

"Yeah?"

"I gotta tell you something." He whispers.

Shit.

"Is it bad?" I say, sitting up against the head board. It's dark in the room, but I can tell he's still laying down, back towards me.

"No- I mean, I don't know. I don't think it is."