I was on Tumblr in my pajamas when I got the first text from him in a good while. I wasn’t upset with him though, I understood things were different now and he was busy all the time. I had been searching through posts tagged, “One Direction,” looking for any news since the boys had finished the X Factor tour and recording their album and my heart skipped a beat when his name popped up on my phone’s screen.
Are you home?
I immediately replied:
Yes :)
I continued scrolling down looking at all the pictures that people posted from the tour and reblogged a few.
Good, can you come over?
Was he already home?! I couldn’t believe it, he was gone for so long and now I was able to see him!
I’m pretty sure I can, let me check.
I closed out of Tumblr and went upstairs to my dad’s room and softly rapped on the door. He didn’t reply so I opened it and walked to his bed. He was sprawled out and the covers were all in a tangle.
I tapped his foot gently so I wouldn’t scare him and whispered, “Dad?”
“Mhmmmmmhmhm….”
“I’m going over to Harry’s house,” I told him.
“He’s back? Oh…..okay…..have fun then,” I could tell he was still half asleep.
I crept back out of his room and texted Harry back.
I’m sure he’s fine with it although he’s still asleep…
It wasn’t long before he responded:
Okay, pack some clothes cause I want you to spend the night :) xx
My heart fluttered around in my chest and I practically danced to my room across from my dad’s. I went around throwing random clothes into a suitcase that lay on my bed. I couldn’t wait to get to see Harry; he only lived a few houses down from me.Okay, maybe I had a slight crush on my best friend, but it wasn’t something that got in the way of our friendship.
When he auditioned for the X Factor, I cheered him on, but on the inside I was selfish and didn’t want him to make it. Now looking back, I hate myself for ever thinking that. I should’ve been way more supportive and actually gone to his auditions, but I didn’t. I really hoped he would forgive me for that.
I packed my bikini and zipped up my bag. I changed into a t-shirt and sweats then slipped on some flip-flops. I wrote a note reminding my dad where I was at and left it on his coffee maker. That’s what he always did first in the morning, have his cup of coffee.
I grabbed my keys off the key-ring and hopped into my car. I could walk, but I’d feel too awkward carrying my bag. I parked in front of his house since his driveway was full, threw my bag over one shoulder, and rang his doorbell.
“ALISON!” The door burst open and the breath was knocked out of me, literally. Harry ran outside and tackled me with a hug and since I was unbalanced, I fell to the ground with him.
“HAROLD!”
He pulled me to my feet, leaving my bag on the ground, and hugged me properly. He had grown taller because his head bent down into my shoulder.
“I missed you so much,” he said.
“I missed you, too.”
When he pulled away I noticed that the ends of his hair curled out under the edge of his beanie. He smiled and said, “I have so much to tell you, but are you hungry because we can eat lunch if you want to…”
“Lunch? It’s only ten in the morning…”
“You’re right, let’s swim first!”
He bent down and picked up my bag for me and carried it inside. We both changed into our bathing suits and jumped into the pool.
“I really want you to meet the boys. They’re coming over in a couple of days so we can film a show that’s going to be called A Year in the Making.”
“You’re doing a show?! That’s so cool.” We both floated around on bed-floats and basked in the sun.
“Yeah, and after I’ll have a couple more days off then I’m going to London with Louis because we’re going house shopping.”
“House shopping? Are you going to live together?”
“In our off time, yes,” he splashed me.
I splashed him back, “Your mom is going to miss you so much, she already does. I was with her at least once a week while you were gone and she talked about you a lot. She told me what you we’re doing whenever you called her and she told me a lot of baby stories.”
“I can’t help it that the band is getting more and more famous. It’s what I enjoy doing and I was going to leave the house about this time anyways. The X Factor was just a push.”
“Hey, I’m not trying to get you pissed or anything. But if you’re going to be gone for long periods of time, then don’t forget about me, okay?”
“I swear I won’t. You know I won’t anyways,” he floated closer to me.
“Yeah, I know.”
He bumped into me and pulled the float and I went down. When I surfaced he was already swimming away on his float. I went after him and pulled his float from under him and he went underwater, too. He came up and threw me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!”
He climbed out and stood at the edge of the pool still with me on his shoulder.
“You want me to put you down?”
“No! Don’t throw me in!”
“Too bad!”
He hooked is arm under my legs and back and threw me in. While I was under, I heard him jump in after me.
“I can’t believe you just did that!” I splashed him right when his head popped up.
“Lunch is ready if you two want some!” Anne’s said. She stood on the patio and was putting towels out for us on the outside table.
“What are we having?” Harry asked.
“Pizza. Dry off before you come in,” she replied, walking back inside and sliding the glass door behind her.
We both got out and dried our bodies.
“My fingers are shriveled up,” I told him.
“Yeah, mine too,” he held out his hands for me to see.
When we walked in, the smell of pizza filled my nose and I was instantly hungry. Anne made really good pizza. When we finished, we put our plates in the sink.
“What do you want to do now?” I asked Harry.
“I’ll get your bag, we’re going down to the bungalow,” he said.
I stood in the kitchen with my towel wrapped around me and Harry came back in the kitchen with my bag. We walked out past the pool and away from his house to the bungalow. I had stayed in it a couple times before. It was small, but cozy. Harry and I usually set up a fire on cold nights.
“I’m really tired, but we can watch movies,” he said, opening the door with the key.
“That’s fine with me.”
There were about three rooms, two bathrooms, and a small kitchen and living room. Harry set my bag down next to the couch and plopped down on it.
“I don’t care what film you put in,” he stretched out.
I went over to the glass movie cabinet and looked through them. I settled on The Social Network because Andrew Garfield is amazingly gorgeous. Plus, I couldn’t remember the last time I watched it.
I pressed play and got on the opposite end of the couch. I put my legs behind Harry and he put his in front of me so we’d both have enough room on the couch.
“I’m glad you’re back, even if it’s just for a little while,” I told him while the beginning credit started.
“Me, too,” he said sleepily.
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Sorry its short and crappy, but I wanted to get past this part.
I'm getting a mild case of writer's block, but this is going to be a short story so I might go ahead and write the next part.
-Olivia