Wishful Thinking

I never expected to see him again. I thought I had lost him for good. I thought I was free.
But, I guess it was just wishful thinking.
-(*warning* ~ suggested rating: 15+ - for sexual scenes, drug use, violence, language)-


27. CH.27

I tossed and turned all night. I couldn't get Harry off my mind. Did he really mean it? Would he actually change for me? I had so many questions, though all of them would be answered in a weeks time. I sigh as I through my blanket off, and got out of bed. Since I couldn't sleep, why not have some tea?

I plopped on the couch and crossed my legs, just staring off into space as I sipped my drink. I was interrupted by a knock on the door. Who could be at my apartment at this hour? What if it was a serial killer? Oh god I'm going to die. I sat my cup on the coffee table before looking through to see the one and only, Harry Styles. I groaned as I opened the door. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "It's midnight, the week officially starts." - "Did you stay up all night for this?" I asked.

"Maybe." He mumbled. I stepped out of the way to let him inside. "So why are you awake?" He asked after sitting on the couch. "Couldn't sleep." I said, though I didn't tell him why I couldn't sleep.

"Anyways..." I said after a moment of silence. "Want to watch some movies?" He asked. "Yeah, sure."

I got out a case of movies. "How about Thelma and Louise?" I asked him. "What's that?" He asked. My jaw dropped. "How do you not know Thelma and Louise?" I asked him. He shrugged. "I guess were watching that then." I put in the disc and grabbed the remote so I could hit play once it got to the menu.

"Are you at least going to tell me what its about?" Harry asked after having many question as to what happens through out the movie. "Its about best friends who take a trip. That's all I'm saying." I said, crossing my arms.

After a few minutes into the movie, Harry slid an arm around me, and pulled me closer. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "Cuddling."

I didn't object, since it was quite comfortable.

After Harry had passed out, I felt myself becoming tired. I turned off the T.V and leaned my head on his shoulder, shutting my eyes and falling asleep.

I woke up, still cuddled up to Harry. "Good morning, sunshine." He said. "Oh, um, thanks." I yawned, covering my mouth. "No problem." He smiled. "I got McDonalds for breakfast." He said gesturing over to the counter in the kitchen. "Oh, thank you." I said, surprised. When did he leave? How did I not notice? Maybe I was just so tired I didn't feel him move.

"Want to eat?" Harry asked. "Yeah." I slowly got up and stretched. The T.V. was off so I turned on some cartoons to watch as we ate.

"So what are Dylan and Layla doing?" I asked. "Oh, they're packing."

"Finally." I thought. "Layla has to go home and get ready do some summer school she apparently tried to skip out on." He said. "Oh." - "They should be coming over to say goodbye." - "When?" As if on queue, there was a knock at the door. There stood Dylan and Layla with suitcases.

After hugging Dylan, and exchanging glares with Layla, they were off.

I felt a lot better with them gone, to be honest.

Harry and I finished breakfast, followed by make up challenges. Such as, one person has to be blindfolded as they put make up on the other person. "You look like a clown." Harry giggled. "Says the one who resembles Lady Gaga." I said, though I don't think he took offence. Lady Gaga is queen.

The rest of the day was full of junk food shopping, playing games, and actually having a good time.

Day 1, check.

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