"We'll be apart, and I want to be near you."
I smiled, and I'm 99.99999% sure I was blushing. I felt him chuckle. "What's so funny?" I asked. "You." - "Me?" - "Yeah."
"Well I do consider my self quiet the comedian at times." I joked. He let out a quiet laugh. "Sure, Em." He still had his arms around me and his head on my shoulder. "Hey, Emma?" He asked. "Yeah?" - "Do you have any plans today?" He asked.
I remember Niall saying we could hang out today but I'm not sure if its official. "Um, not sure." I said. "You're not sure?" He asked, confused. "Well," I began, "I think Niall and I were going to hang out but I'm not completely sure." I explained. "Oh. Why don't you ask him?" Harry suggested. "I guess so." I said as I scrambled the eggs. "Here, I'll take care if this." He said, taking hold of the spatula and letting me go. I ran off to my room to get my phone. I then texted Niall.
EM: Hey are we gonna hang out today?
(or naw) heuheuheu
N: Sorry, Emma. Cant today. I'm busy. :<
EM: Ok, that's fine.
I set my phone down and came back in the kitchen. "Guess we're not." I shrugged. I noticed Harry smirk. "Guess we have more time together then." He said. "What about Dylan and Layla?" I asked.
He sighed. "I completely forgot about them." He said. "Um, maybe we could all hang out today. Go see a movie, walk around the mall." He suggested.
I cringed my face at the sound of being around Layla.
"That sound good?" He asked as he turned around. "Um, yeah sure." I said.
Well this should be fun -.-
We finished the breakfast I made. By now, I needed to get dressed. Harry is still wearing what he came in. I didn't feel like dressing up, like usual, so I just stuck with a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
"You ready?" Harry asked as I walked out of the bedroom.
Um no, not ready
"Great, lets get going." He said, practically pulling me from my wrist. I made sure I grabbed what I needed and locked the door.
We walked down hallways till we got to his apartment. "I don't know about this, Harry." I stopped walking. "Why not?" He asked.
"I-I just," I wasn't sure what to say. "Never mind...." I added quickly. He gave me an odd look, but then opened the door. Layla was still on the couch (I don't think she ever left) and Dylan was off somewhere else.
"Dylan?" Harry called out. "He went to the bathroom." Layla's squeaky voice said. It made me cringe.
Harry nodded as he walked off to the kitchen to get a drink. I walked over to the couch and sat as far away from Layla as possible. "When she finally noticed that someone else was sitting on the couch, me, she looked over and rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here?" She asked, scrolling threw her phone.
Here to beat yo ratchet arse.
"Harry invited me to hang out." I replied. Even though I was very tempted to say what was on my mind. "Ugh." She groaned.
"Look here, Ms. Spoiled Brat, I'm not too excited to breath the same air as you either." I snapped. Harry walked in before she could reply, but he also didn't here what I had said.
"Everything ok?" He asked, setting down 4 canned sodas. "Yeah, just fine." I said, with a fake smile. Layla just rolled her eyes. We heard a toilet flush and out came Dylan wiping his hands on his pants to dry them off. "Oh, hey, Emma." He greeted me. "Hey." I replied.
"So, you guys want to go to the mall?" Harry suggested. We agreed and made our way down stairs, after Layla had reapplied her 50 pounds of make up, of course. The car ride was painful, having to sit behind Layla, while she sat next to the driving Harry. "Cant wait, bet there's loads of hot chicks there." Dylan said. I kept my gaze out the window, though Harry had laughed. "There may be, but I already found the hottest chick there is." Harry said.
Layla looked over to him, thinking he was talking about her. But when I removed my gaze from outside, I saw Harry looking at me through the rearview mirror.