That was a sentence I never wanted to here from someone. I nodded and walked away from the doorway, Harry following behind me. Claire walked upstairs, after hearing our conversation. I walk in the living room and sat down on the couch, Harry sitting beside me. He noticed my nervousness on my face and smiled, laughing a little. "Don't worry, it's nothing bad." Suddenly I felt better. "Usually when someone says we need to talk, it's usually something bad." I raise my eyebrows at him. "I know. I just wanted to see your reaction." I rolled my eyes and turned to face him. "So, why are you here again?" He shrugged and re-positioned himself on the couch so that he was facing me. "First of all, I just wanted to say I was sorry I was so careless about going out during the day. I wasn't really thinking about the paps or fans." I smile, keeping eye contact with him. "It's okay." He returns the smile and looks away. "Are you mad?" I sigh and shake my head. "Of course not! I'm just, I don't know.. scared." He looks at me and I look down. "There's nothing to be scared about. You just need to learn how to handle it." I stand up and turn around so I'm facing him. "I don't know if I know how to handle it. I just want to live a normal life." He sighs and I look away. "You'll learn. It just takes time to get used to it." "Yeah, and you still don't know how to sneak around." I nod towards the window and he turns around. "Shit, I'll take care of it." He stands up and walks out the door, over to the paparazzi who's standing in my driveway.
"Is everything okay?" Claire asks, appearing from the stairs. "Yeah." She nods and joins me on the couch. We see the paparazzi's getting in their car and Harry walking back to the house. "I'd say lets go out but, we probably can't do that right now." I roll my eyes and turn my attention to the TV. "You think?"
"Okay, their gone." Harry says, walking in the living room and joining me on the couch. "Good." I simply state, watching what's on TV. Harry's phone starts ringing and he excuses himself from the room. He comes back a few minutes later and pulls on his jacket. "I have to head out now. The boys are hungry and are too lazy to cook." I nod and stand up, walking him to the door. "Okay," He opens the front door and turns around, pulling me into a hug. "See you later. If you have any problems, don't hesitate to call me." I nod and pull away. "I won't." I go on my tip toes and gently kiss him on the cheek. "He starts walking to his car but stops. Turning around to face me, he starts walking back. "Want to come over for dinner?" I smile and nod. "One minute." I walk in the living room grabbing my jacket off the chair. "Going over to Harry's place. Be back soon." She just nods. I get my shoes on and grab my keys from the table, walking out the door.
"Well, look who's back!" Louis yells, as we walk through the doors. "Hello to you too, Louis." Harry takes my jacket. "So, how's your day going? Did you mobbed yet?" I give him a hug. "No," I pull away and walk into the living room where Liam, Niall, and Zayn were playing Mario Kart. "Who's winning?" They all turn and look at me. "Hey! How have you been?" Niall says, focusing his attention back to the game. "I've been good." I sit beside Liam, who's in first place. "Yes! I won!" He cheers, standing up. "I want a re-match!" Niall complains, setting down the controller and crossing his arms. "Sorry, I don't do re-matches," Liam smirks and walks away.
"Dinner is served," Harry says, walking into the living room. "Finally, I'm starving!" Louis exclaims going to the kitchen. I follow the boys into the kitchen and sit at the kitchen table, Harry set up. "Which plates mine?" I ask Harry. "any," I sat down beside Niall, Louis on the other side of me. "So, are we just going to chill inside all night?" Niall asked, taking a bite of his chicken wing. "I don't know. What do you lads want to do?" Harry asks, looking around at everyone. "Party?" Louis suggests. "Sounds like fun!" Niall agrees. I shrug, taking a sip of my drink Harry poured for me. "What time do you want to go?" Liam looks at the clock. "Lets leave at 8." Everyone nods in agreement.
Everyone finishes eating and walks into the living room, leaving their plates for Harry to clean. "They're such pigs," I say,helping him clean up. "Tell me about it," I start doing the dishes while Harry washes the table and counters. "Thanks for the help." I shrug and dry my hands on a towel. "it's not a problem," I walk out in the living room and sit beside Zayn, who's still playing Mario Kart with Niall and now Louis.
"Hurry up and finish the round, we're leaving in 5 minutes," Liam says, as those 3 are still playing Mario Kart. "Yes! I won!" Louis jumps up and cheers. "I give up." Niall says putting the controller down on the table and getting up. "Lets go."
"This place is so crowded," Louis complains, driving around the parking lot. "There's one there," Harry points out and Louis pulls in to it. "Thanks lad." We pile out of the car and walk towards the entrance. "Hello, again." The bouncer greeted us at the door. "Hello," Harry nods his head and we follow him in the club. We find a table by the corner and sit down. "Well, I'm going to get a drink." Louis says, walking away to the drink area. "I think i'm going to get a drink, too." Niall says, and as soon as you know it, it's only me and Harry at the table. "Ah hell, lets go join the others." I stand up and Harry grabs my hand, making sure not to lose each other with how crowded it is here. We get to the counter and I sit down beside Louis, while Harry gets us drinks. "So, who's going to be driving us home?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. "Don't worry about it. It's not like we're all going to get wasted." I roll my eyes, knowing for sure they're all going to get wasted. Harry walks over to me and hands me a drink. "Thanks," I bring it to my lips and take a sip of it.
It's been a few hours and as I figured, Louis, Niall, and Zayn are beyond wasted. Liam is sitting at the table, watching the guys dance. I, being the responsible one, only had 1 drink, unlike Harry who's on his 4th drink. Suddenly a slow song comes on which I recognized. "I love this song!" Harry stands up and faces me. "Come dance with me," he says grabbing my hand and dragging me to the dance floor. He wraps his arms around my waist as I wrap my arms around his neck, swaying our bodies to the music. I leaned my head on his chest, listening to the lyrics of the song; This by Ed Sheeran.
The song ended and we pull away and a more up beat song comes on. I walked back to my seat and sat down, Harry sitting beside me. I checked the time on my phone which said 12:00am. "Want to leave now?" Harry asked me, noticing I was checking the time. "Sure." Just before we stood up, this high pitch annoying voice came out of no where.