Malik looked at me and winked, ugh it was going to be one of those days.
The boys finally left; half an hour late may I add, leaving me to clean up. I started in Louis’s room. I found a sleeping Hannah in his bed surrounded by dirty clothes. Ugh, Lou was a pig.
I spent most of the day cleaning his room and finally Hannah woke up at about 2.
“Have an interesting night…or morning should I say?” I snickered at Hannah whose hair was everywhere.
She yawned, “I could ask the same about you.”
“Ha ha, you’re funny. Wait a minute, don’t you have a plane to catch soon?” I glanced at the clock, she was supposed to be at the airport in an hour.
Her eyes widened as she hopped out of Louis’s bed and gathered her things in her tote. I threw anything in that resembled female clothing and she went to the loo to brush her teeth.
I helped Hannah rush out the door and waved her off outside. I went to turn back into the apartment but I had locked myself out.
“Oh Jesus!” I muttered to myself. I was in the same white tanktop from earlier with a pair of high waisted denim shorts and white converse. Tennis shoes are not typically my thing but I was just around the apartment.
I decided to use the time to venture into the city. I contemplated texting Harry to tell him but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? I thought this was a perfect time for Jolee and I to go scomewhere. It’d be nice to have an actual friend here…that wasn’t the guys.
My phone vibrated, my best friend from home, Ember. I answered, “Hello?”
She squealed, “I was on twitter today and saw an interesting picture of a certain Addie Styles and Niall Horan holding hands round London late last night.”
I laughed, I forgot to tell my very best friend about this? “I’m so sorry, Ember. I forgot to tell you! We’re sort of kind of in a relationship…I’m not sure yet.”
“How do you JUST FORGET being in a relationship with Niall Horan?” I heard her mum yelling in the background, “Sorry, I have to go. Lots of love to you and Nialler.” She hung up the phone…that’s my best friend for you.
Jolee and I met up at a little café in the middle of the city. It turned out Jolee was the same age as me, turning 18 in two weeks. Jolee had dark skin and was very slim and tall. She looked like a younger Tyra Banks.
Jolee had to leave for work around 4. We had a really great time talking and we agreed on plans the following week.
As I walked out of the café I checked my phone knowing I’d be getting messages from Harry asking where I was. To my surprise there had been no message from Harry. I looked at the time, it was almost 5 and he should be home.
I got on the bus back to the apartment and paid my fare.
I rang our number outside waiting for someone to buzz me in. Liam let me in and I got to our door and Liam also let me in there too.
“Hey Liam. Where’s Harry? He hadn’t rung me…” I heard someone vomit and turned to see Harry leaning over the toilet.
“That’s why he didn’t call…”
He nodded, “He left rehearsal early. He didn’t tell anyone what was wrong and we come home and he’s been doing this for an hour. We don’t know what to do. Is he allergic to anything?”
I sighed, “Harry what did you eat?”
I saw him shrug his shoulders. I’d never seen him that ill before. “Liam can you go to Harry’s room and get him so clothes…I think we should take him to the hospital.”