A perfect problem
Snug, warm and comfortable in my bed, I was edging towards a sound sleep. When I felt my phone vibrate under my pillow however, I let out an involuntary groan and reached in to take it out.
“Hello...this is Alyssa. Who’s calling?” I murmured quietly, my eyes still shut, even though I knew exactly who was calling.
“Your boyfriend!” the deep voice on the other side of the phone said. “Did you even look at the screen? Why can I only see your ears?”
I hated hearing him sound so alert and on point. It made me feel guilty about not being awake at such random hours.
"Hello? Lys? Look at your screen?" he repeated before I clocked onto what he was saying.
I opened my eyes slightly and looked at my phone screen immediately. A pair of dimples and doe eyes were surrounded by soft curled hair greeted me with a cheeky grin and I obliged with a smile. A simple turn of the lips on his part and I physically found it challenging to be mad at him.
“Oh my god! Leonardo DiCaprio! Is that really you?” I sarcastically said, my voice sounding incredibly groggy.
“No, Harry,” he replied, sounding serious.
I rolled my eyes and kept my eyes half open.
“Oh, my other boyfriend! Hey, what’s up?”
“How many do you have?”
“You know what? Night time is for people to sleep!” I quietly said on loudspeaker, not having the energy to talk out loud.
“And other stuff...”
“Harry, you dirty- I don't have the energy to-”
“I only said stuff. Look who’s dirty now?”
“Please get to the point, my head demands rest!”
“I just wanted to hear your voice...and see you. Please quit murmuring? Talk properly, babe!”
“You’re impossible! It’s four am for flip sake!” I said in a slightly louder voice than I’d been speaking in.
He turned to the other side of his bed as I distantly heard Louis snoring in the background from next door. He was loud, even when he slept. I’d love to have been sleeping like him but Harry would always call me at the most random of times. I had to admit it was cute but, I wasn’t going to let him know that, though. Nonetheless, the way my eyelids were battling with my mind, Harry had another thing coming.
“You there, miss?” he waved his hand around.
“How much I’d love to be snoring like Louis?”
He smirked at my reply and decided it would be best if he simply got out of bed and stood up. His phone was facing him and the most I could see was his shoulders, but I very well knew he was fully naked. The particular thought suddenly enticed in my mind didn't exactly help speed up the process of going to sleep any more than I intended for.
“Please put some clothes on? Actually no pleases!Just put some clothes on!”
“You know you like it.” His arrogance earned a stifled groan on my behalf.
He walked to his bedroom door and opened it to greet his phone to an empty hallway. I closed my eyes fully for a second, not bothering to ask him what he was about to do as his intentions were already very clear. He walked over to Louis’ room and walked in without even bothering to knock. The snoring grew louder and louder from Louis's mouth and so I opened my eyes once more. Harry reached Louis' bed and bent over his face to zoom in on his face.
“He’s hot!” I randomly closed my eyes again.
“Hey! You love me, not him?”
“I don’t know? I think I’ve been going out with you for the past two years for no reason whatsoever!”
This earned me another one of his innocent looking grins and so he made his way back to his bed in the room next door. For the next hour or so, our conversation mainly comprised of him trying to come up with more 'knock knock' jokes for me as I pretended to be very interested, but really drifting in a state of half sleep. His slow and mellow voice seemed to be quite soothing after a while and he didn't even expect me to reply, claiming that watching me sleep was enough for him.
"My battery's gonna run out, Harry."
"Hold that thought, babe? I think I’ve got another call!” he put me on hold before I could respond.
I couldn't help but wonder who was calling him at this time and I was soon reminded of the issue we were facing in our relationship for quite some time now.
When it was just the two of us speaking about random things and being ourselves, he somehow always managed to make me forget what had really been going on between the two of us. I told myself I wasn't going to go into another argument with him now. Now tonight.
I kept my eyes closed and cheekily began pouting at my phone, waiting for him to come back.
“I would kiss you if I was there. God, you’re so desperate!” his voice greeted me some five minutes later and I forced myself to look at him.
“Who called you?”
“Pardon? Harry Styles, why is she calling you again at quarter past four in the morning?”
I raised my eyebrows and saw him acknowledge the seriousness on my face.
“She accidentally dialled my number, but it was cool.”
“Hey, hey. She’s just a friend. We've been through this, Lys. Don't start again? You’ve met her loads of times anyway.”
It was true that I’d certainly met her enough times to last me a lifetime. When I started dating Harry, it sparked controversy among several aspects in the industry and despite being known as an obsessed Harry fan at the time, I seemed to have been accepted fairly easily. It wasn't till much later that I realised a lot of things about Harry and his ongoing close friendship with Caroline were one of the major things to have struck me. However, my beef with her wasn’t because she was my boyfriend’s ex. It was rather indirect.
After the press had firmly grabbed hold of my relationship with Harry, rather expectedly, there were several comparisons to his exes. A lot of my traits were hence up against Caroline’s and although I hated being compared to people, I still kept my cool. It wasn’t until Caroline commented on one of the comparisons that I seriously began to ‘dislike’ her. Her antiques of being tired of abuse by the fans were plastered on every newspaper and magazine, but it was only because she didn’t stop talking about Harry at every chance she got. I respected the two of them being really good friends, but her row on ‘Twitter’ with a fan that liked me would never be forgotten.
“Lys, come off it?”
“Harry, I can't do this with you anymore. You keep thinking I've forgotten and I haven't! Goodnight!” I reacted all too quickly before hanging up on him, turning off my phone and shoving it back under my pillow.