"Can I uh, can I stay here for the night?" Harry asked.
I had to think. The guy who I fell inlove with, turns out to be gay, splits up his boyband, goes missing turns up on my doorstep. My wondering mind was interrupted.
I move out of the way and let the washed-up dead beat through. He walked up the stairs when I flicked my head to the upper floors. We walked into my room and sat on the end of my bed.
"I see you kept my heart safe." Harry gushed pointing towards the pendant around my neck.
"It's the only thing that ever really reminded me of what we all had... What we all were." I mumbled. It was silent for a while after that. "I can't believe it." I broke the silence as I sat next to Harry, thighs lightly brushing. "After all these years, you turn up on my doorstep!"
"Yeah!" Harry scoffed.
"But, why now?" I asked turning my head to him.
He looked to his converse.
"Um, I couldn't afford the rent. I tried my mum's, but she wouldn't let me stay long, she's not very happy with what happened. The other boys have changed their addresses so I came to you."
"What happened Harry? You were so rich and livin' it big time in the worlds biggest boyband, three years later, you can't even afford the rent." I sighed. "Don't tell me you blew all your money on alcohol!"
"Most of it, yeah!" He chuckled.
"Oh, Harry." I breathed. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that alcohol doesn't solve everything?! I mean, even a five-year-old knows that!"
He chuckled again.
"What about you and Louis..." I trailed off, hoping he understood what I was implying.
"It's over, he couldn't stand the thought of all that's happened between you and me.... I turned straight again for you, Tash."
"H-Harry, I'm not inlove with you anymore... You know, I always had dreams that you and the boys would turn up on the doorstep and that this was all a trick and we lived happily ever after but no. After about a year of crying over what happened and pondering over the idea of such an event happening, I realized it was time to move on. I realized you guys were never coming back." By this time, a tear had snuck out from my eye and ran down my cheek as Harry brushed it away. "When I saw you in town earlier, it just hit me... All we had been through."
"But look at you! You're all grown up now! Last time I saw you, you were in your early teens!"
"...I'm sixteen, Harry."
I smiled at the memories.
"I'm glad I came back."
"... Not half as glad as I am." I smiled at him.
I stared into his now bright green eyes. Full of mischieve and wonder like they once were before all this.
"Right," I stood up changing the subject and wiping away the tear. "You need a shower, shave, and a change of clothes!"
"I haven't anything to wear!" He stood to his towering hight.
"Get in the shower, there's a spare robe in the bathroom. Leave your clothes outside and I'll wash 'em. And, you can either sleep in the sofa-bed, or share the double with me!" I smiled at him. "I really don't mind!"
"C-can I sleep with you tonight? It's just, I'm tired of sleeping alone." He sang the last five words as I smiled.
"Same!" I giggled. "Now get in there! I'll pop down the shops and get some bathroom stuff for you while the shops are still open!"
I was lying in bed, under the dovey, staring at the pictures of me, Harry and the boys. I laughed at the picture of Louis with spaggetti tangled into his hair and Niall next to him with whipped cream all over his face. We had just had a food fight that day. It had something to do with what's better, Nandos or Burger King?
Harry walked over to the bed. He was wearing nothing but boxers. I pulled the photos to my chest so Harry couldn't see them.
"Shift over!" He cheekily nudged me along. "What's this?!" He asked, taking the pictures from my hands. "Oh, I remember that day! Haha! Good times."
"C'mon, lets go to bed. I prosume that you're very tired from your long journey here!" I grinned at him, poking a dimple.
"Yeah! Nackered!" Harry smiled. He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Night." He whispered.
"Night, Harry." I replied.
I linking our fingers together. I wanted to know he was really real. That this wasn't a dream. It wasn't. I held on so tight. I didn't want to let him go. He squeezed my hand. I squeezed his. He squeezed mine, I squeezed his and so on. The squeezing got quicker as it went on until we stopped. I giggled as Harry chuckled.
"Don't you ever leave me again, Harry." I whispered.
"I won't." He replied, eyes closed.
"It wasn't me who made that website. I started but never finished. It was that bitch Ellie Craig who finished it and ended One Direction.... Not me." I spoke quietly.
"Tasha." Harry opened his eyes. "I believe you. It should be me appolagising... I was the one who walked out, I was the one who didn't believe you... I couldn't be more sorry." He spoke, rubbing his thumb over my knuckle.
"It's fine... That was the past... It doesn't matter now... All that matters, is the present." I whispered. "Goodnight, Harry."
I kissed his cheek, and fell asleep.