HOW THE FUCK DID THIS GET NOTES NO STOP I’M ON MY OWN DASH
i kinda forgot about it…. whoops.
OMG. I didnt think anyone actually read it. No ones told me they liked it.. Or gave me feedback! IM REALLY BUSY SORRY! Ill try to get one or two up before monday!
The cab pulled up to the flat about 10 minutes later after leaving the teaming nightclub. Harry paid, and we walked to the front door. I watched as he fumbled for his key’s showing he was intoxicated as well as everyone else in that club. Finally he pulled himself together to unlock the door. We stepped into a pitch black freezing cold flat.
“Shit,” I heard Harry mumble from under his breath “I forgot to turn on the heat.”
Shivering, I slipped off my heels and slugged up the stairs to our bedroom. I closed the door and began to slip off my skin-tight, black, velvet dress. Harry suddenly walked in quivering from the cold air surging throughout the flat. He slid off every piece of clothing and slummed into our bed. I did the same shuddering as I did so.
“I’m sorry babe, I won’t do it again. Promise” Harry said Innocently.
“It’s alright honey, I’m just freezing”
He then wrapped his arms around me combining our body heat. He kissed my forehead and began to hum. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he lulled me to sleep.
January 1, 2012 10:00 am
I woke up with an excruciating headache caused by a massive hangover. The other side of the bed was empty so I assumed Harry had already awoken. I strolled weary down the hall and descended down the stairs. Harry was on the couch with a bowl of cereal in hand and Skins on the T.V.
“Does you head hurt as much as mine does?” I said as a pulled a cereal box out of the cabinet.
He jumped; I guess he didn’t hear me come downstairs.
“Yeah, this is the worst hangover I have ever had, and I only had 5 beers.” He responded sounding extremely drowsy.
“That’s a lot you moron.” I said shyly smiling in his direction.
I finished pouring my cereal and meandered over to the couch. I sat next to Harry.
He was silent again. It was the silence like the car last night. He seems nervous about something and I just couldn’t figure it out.
“Judging by the way that New Years party went last night I think this year will be amazing.” I said attempting to break the silence.
Suddenly he got up and left the room, leaving me there with the TV on and my bowl of cereal. Eventually he came back, with something oblong in his pocket. He sat next to me again.
“This year is going to be great, on one condition.” He said.
“What kind of condition Hun?” I responded puzzled.
Then he slid off the couch and onto the ground. He positioned himself in front of me on one knee. Pulled out the square from his pocket. Then opened it revealing a dazzling diamond ring.
“A condition of marriage. Will you marry me Lacey?” He said staring deep into my eyes. My eyes began to fill with tears, joyful tears.
“Yes!” I jumped into his arms as he wiped my tears rolling down my cheeks.
Could life get any better?
Thank you :)
December 12, 2011 1:00 am
I never realized how much he meant to me. How much I could have helped him with. Until it was too late, he was gone.
January 1, 2012 12:01
“HAPPY NEW YEARS!” everyone cheered ecstatically.
Everyone was clearly extremely intoxicated. Including myself. I staggered across the discotheque barley being able to stand. I clung onto my muscular counterpart who was in an intense conversation with one of his band mates about how amazing this year was going to play out.
“s-s-sorry to interrupt guys, but Niall may I take my boyfriend now?” I stammered out with a bubbly tone.
“Yeah sorry Lacey, just a sec.” Niall said.
I saw him whisper something into Harry’s ear engendering a devilish smirk upon Harry’s beautifully sculpted face. He whispered something back resulting in the well-known never-ending laugh of Niall Horan. Finally I managed to pull Harry away from Niall.
“So what was that about?” I said curiously.
“He told me to make sure I have protection, preferably flavored” he chuckled “that boy is a cheeky little fuck when he’s drunk.”
“He’s always cheeky” I replied smiling with my aqua eyes.
We walked onto the dance floor as he put his hands on my hips as I grinded on his. We were known as the sexual couple in our group of friends. “Always horny” as Louis would put it. We danced for a while until the loud techno songs had stopped, abruptly changing into a slow song for all the couples in the club. Harry than spun me around putting his arm’s around my waist as we moved to the slow song. We saw some friends slowly meandering over who indeed, had no dates. So they felt like ruining ours was suiting.
“Hey mate” I heard Zayn say to Harry from behind me. I felt Harry’s hand come off my back shooing him away. Although, all of the boy’s were drunk so they were unable to comprehend anything. Especially signaling.
“Mind if I cut in,” Louis said with a beer in one hand and his girlfriends hand in the other.
“Fuck off Lou” Harry said half joking.
“Whoa, calm down curly” Lou responded witty as ever.
Harry grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close.
“Let’s go back to our flat love” He whispered into my ear with a husky tone sending chills down my spine.
“Alright” I responded.
We walked out of the club, hands intertwined, and walked to the cab awaiting by the curb.
“Whittaker Street” Harry said to the cab driver.
For some odd reason, the cab ride back to the flat was silent. Not silent out of anger, he seemed nervous. About what though?