Chapter 9
The next morning I woke early to wrap Christmas presents. I scuttled in to the study with bags of presents, wrapping paper, bows and glittery Christmas cards. I first wrapped Harry's as I knew he would probably wake up and wonder where I was, and ruin it by walking in.
The smallish iPod box was easy to wrap, but the clothes and other things weren't as easy. I could hear Harry getting out of bed and rushed to get the presents hidden under the desk. He burst in,
"You know my crazy fans have said I've been abducted by the "Noodle Monster" just because I didn't reply when we went to bed last night!" He said with a laugh.
I laughed too. What where they like? "I've just had to reassure them I'm still alive!" he said more quietly as he sat down next to me and kissed me on the cheek.
We both laughed and started wrapping the huge pile of presents together. He cut the cellotape and stuck while I cut the wrapping paper and folded. We worked reasonably well as a team, even though Harry kept asking which presents were for who.
We finally finished at around 11:30 and carried all the presents downstairs and into the living room, where the huge decorated tree stood tall.
I would take the boys' presents tonight to take home with them, but the rest where for people we would see over Christmas Day etc.
Harry had to rush to get ready, and I helped him get dressed. First he suggested his white baby grow, with a smile, but I swiftly rejected that idea.
I chose a white t-shirt under a grey shirt with jeans and his favourite boots. He looked so handsome, and it reminded me of all the times he would worry about what to wear before the live shows.
We kissed goodbye and he jumped in the car. I shouted "See you later" and blew him a kiss. He blew one back and waved frantically as the car rolled away, down towards the main road.
I headed back inside, to the warmth of the house. I pulled my jumper over my cold hands and wished I were with him now.
Every minute I wasn't with him I had to busy myself. Without him I felt as if I would break down. I wasn't needy, I was probably more independent that most girls my age, but the love Harry and I had wasn't immature. It was real. I could really imagine spending the rest of my life with him.
I ended up spending lunch wrapping more presents for my mum. I then started to get ready for that evening. There would be around 100 people there – 20 or so for each of the guys, possibly a little less due to most of Niall's family and friends not being able to fly from Ireland.
I started by picking out an outfit. I had bought about 5 different outfits for Christmas, as I knew there would be so many parties to go to etc. I had a gorgeous short black dress, which had billowing chiffon sleeves. It was perfect to wear with thick tights and boots. I jumped in the shower and spent 15 minutes in there, shaving my legs and conditioning my hair.
I got out and did my hair. I put it in a "Snooki-Poof" style and it looked nice, I thought as I looked in the mirror. I checked the clock. 6:15pm it read. We were supposed to be there at 7:30, which meant I had at least three quarters of an hour still. I checked my BlackBerry, "[1] new message" flashed the screen. I opened in and found a text from Harry,
"Hey gorgeous, just finished the gig. It was AMAZING! See you at The Modern at 7:30ish. Love you xx"
The taxi arrived at 7:00pm and I was there at 7:35pm. I was excited to see everybody.
The Modern restaurant was high up, and overlooked the sprawling city. There was a huge wall of glass on the far right of the bar, and I could see the boys chatting with family and friends already. Everyone was there – Louis family and friends, Hannah too. Nialls mum and dad and Liam and Zayn's family and friends were all mingling together. Harry spotted me first and walked straight towards me. We hugged as I asked how the gig went.
"Absolutely amazing, there were so many people there!" he replied.
"Awww, I'm glad you guys had a good time!" I said as we walked toward Niall, Zayn, Louis and Liam. We all hugged and Hannah and I started chatting straight away. I gave out all the presents that we had previously wrapped and started to mingle with the huge crowd, Harry still by my side.
The night went by in a blur. A good blur, but a blur, and it was all over too quickly. At the end of the night the boys sung an impromptu version of Halo by Beyonce. They sung a cappella and it was stunning. Liam lead and all the boys sung beautifully. The whole restaurant was silent and the boys filled the room with their voices. For a Beyonce song they sung it like professionals, but with their own unique twist. The whole restaurant applauded, whooped and cheered. The boys were in their element, and you could tell they loved every second.
We all stumbled outside into the freezing street. Harry wrapped his Jack Wills hoody around my shoulders and zipped it up, still with my arms inside. He laughed, "You look like a penguin" as I struggled to get my arms free. I fell into his arms and stayed in his warm embrace until the taxis arrived.
We waved off everyone else, and by the time the last taxi had turned up, we were the only people left standing on the baron street. I opened the door and slid over to the other side, as Harry hopped in.
"Where too, love?" The cab driver shouted. I looked at Harry "Where should we go?" I asked. "Dunno, back to mine I guess? Holmes Chapel please" He shouted to the driver.
And then we were on our way. Whizzing through the streets of Manchester. Harry took my hand in his and we started to kiss. The windows on either side of us had started to steam up and a loud noise came from the driver, he cleared his throat "Oi! No funny business in the back please!" He said, angry.
I couldn't help but giggle, and seconds later we were both in fits of laughter. "Sorry!" Harry shouted, but his voice was inaudible behind the laughter.
We stumbled towards Harry's front door, giddy from the cab ride home. He turned the key and the door popped open. We staggered in and took our shoes off. The lights were still on, and Gemma and Anne were sitting on the sofas eating toast. "You want some?" Asked Gemma, still with a mouth full of toast.
"No, I'm fine!" I replied. We both ran upstairs as soon as we had said goodnight.
Harry pinned me against the cold wall at the top of the stairs. I had to put my finger to his lips to stop him from laughing too loud.
He bobbed his head toward mine and kissed me furiously.
His cool hands were against my leg and my hands wondered under his shirt against his hot skin.
We burst into his bedroom and fell onto his bed. Harry pulled his shirt and t-shirt off in one swift movement.
He trailed his cool fingers down my neck and planted kisses down my collarbone.
The next thing I knew we were both lying on our backs, sweat on Harry's neck sparkled in the moonlight, coming from the window.
He sighed, stretching. His breathing was steady but my heart was still racing.
I curled up under Harry's arm and thought of all the things that were about to happen to both of us. Everything had changed so dramatically over the last few months and things constantly felt like they could change in an instant. Everything felt so uncertain all of the time.
The first time I met Harry he was just a boy. Now, thousands of girls all over the country were desperate to meet him. It was going to be tough, for the both of us.
Chapter 10
It was the Eve of Christmas Eve, and a family party had been organized on my side of the family. Most of my relatives would be there, Uncle, Aunties, Cousins, everyone. We both started to get ready at around 5pm, I chose a blue velvet one shouldered dress from Topshop, and Harry looked handsome in his black suit that he wore when the boys went to the Narnia premier.
We hopped into the taxi and drove 20 minutes down the road to Alderly Edge, where most of my family lived. We arrived outside my auntie's house, my 2 cousins lived here too, but they were much older.
There were people mingling outside, smoking probably. We all safely got out of the taxi, without any injuries. Harry was helping my mum who we had picked up on the way. She had her 6-inch heels on and couldn't quite make it down from the back of the people carrier.
I could smell food already, and instantly felt starving. Harry grabbed my hand; I could tell he was nervous because his hand was warmer than usual. He had met "the relatives" before, but only a few times, and not after the craziness of The X Factor. For all he knew my 14-year-old cousin could run out of nowhere and jump on him.
Luckily most of my family knew not to be too OTT because they knew he was still the same Harry as before, just Well.. Famous, I guess. My other cousin who was a year older than me had BBMed my saying "Is Harry coming tonight? I hope so. You do know I'm going to jump on him as soon as I see you two? ;-) xx"
She was only messing around but she had had a crush on him even before The X Factor. But I knew I was safe, she's had a boyfriend of 2 years and they are literally inseparable.
We headed straight over to the bar, where flutes of Champagne lined the top. We both gently picked one up each and chinked them together.
The night before I had mentally prepared Harry for my family. There was my auntie Susie, who was the loudest person I had ever met. She always had a story to tell about whatever topic of conversation we were on. I told Harry to save him best excuse for her.
My uncles where pretty average, and didn't say much, so they were always the ones to go to first.
We mingled around, and Harry got talking to my cousin, Alex about snowboarding in Canada, or something. We were already planning our holidays for next summer. We were undecided on Los Angeles or Barbados. Harry had always wanted to go to Los Angeles, but I had been there before. We still had a lot to think about before next summer though.
The next thing I knew the Christmas music had started to play and everyone was bopping and shaking to the sound of "Wonderful Christmastime" by Paul McCartney. After a few minutes I stopped to get a drink, and as soon as I turn my back, there was my mother. With Harry. Dancing.
Oh. My. God. My face dropped with embarrassment, but then everyone started to laugh.
I was in fits of laughter seconds later and everyone was clapping and cheering as Harry spun my mum round until she nearly fell over. After about 30 seconds I knew I had to save Harry from my mum.
I whipped round the crowds of people and grabbed Harry's hand, and just as swiftly my mum had disappeared into the crowd of people.
The song suddenly changed to Matt's "When We Collide"
"Hey! Everyone! Matt's number one!" Shouted my uncle. There were cheers and just as quickly everyone paired up and was slow dancing.
Harry took my hand. We didn't need to talk, because we knew what each other were thinking. They last time we were doing this was The Final. I rested my chin on his shoulder as he began to mouth the words along with the song.
Just as the song was ending snow began to flurry down outside the window. For a moment there was excitement in the air and everyone ran to get outside.
As we ran out the front door to see the first snowfall I slipped backwards on the ice, right on to my ass. Everyone around laugh, but as soon as I knew what was going on Harry had picked me up, and I was now in his arms.
"Are you okay?" He said, smiling.
"I'm fine" I paused, thinking. "Your good at picking me up when I fall" Referring to the first time we met.
"I know – How many times has it been so far?" He replied, laughing.
"Only once or twice, I seem to believe. I'm not THAT clumsy!"
He looked at me and laughed, "Are you sure about that?"
We headed home and watched Christmas movies until 1:00am the next morning. We watched A Christmas Carol and The Grinch. The Grinch always reminded me of Christmas and we both loved that film. We snuggled down on the sofa, with Harry's duvet wrapped around both of us. Gemma came in at 11:30 and said we looked like a huge marshmallow on the sofa. She ran and jumped on top of both of us, and I swear that I was struggling to breathe from laughing so much. It was nice to spend some quality time with Harry and his family, everything felt almost back to normal.
Chapter 11
We both fell asleep on the sofa that night. I woke with Harry's feet next to my face. I sat bold upright "EWWW" I said loudly.
"What? What's happened?" Harry groaned.
"Your feet are what's happened!" I said laughing.
"Oh, yeah, sorry!" Harry said, slipping his feet under the duvet again.
The clock ticked slowly. It was 8:15am. Breakfast time.
I trudged into the kitchen and switched the light on. Pancakes sounded too good not to make as I opened almost every cupboard in the kitchen to find what I needed. I had found flour, eggs, sugar and milk from the fridge.
As I was pouring the batter into the sizzling frying pan, it suddenly hit me. It was Christmas tomorrow. A smile crept across my face.
"You know it's Christmas tomorrow Harry!" I shouted into the living room. "I hope you've got all your presents wrapped!"
I heard him get up, and then he was at the doorway "Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head. Everything is sorted." He said mysteriously with a smile.
"Good. Well, we'll just have to see tomorrow, won't we?" I said, trying not to laugh by concentrating on the pancakes.
I felt Harry behind me; he put he arms around my waist and hugged me.
"I think you're gonna like your present" he whispered into my ear.
"Oooooh, sounds intriguing!" I said playfully, grinning.
Remembering about the bracelet, my face was serious "I hope it wasn't too expensive though, you already got me my bracelet"
"Look – Nothing in this world could be too expensive for you" He replied.
He was just too perfect. Not that presents and money being spent meant anything when I was with him.
"Seriously Harry. You need to stop just splashing out on these types of things!" I said, even more seriously.
"It's Christmas Soph! Just" He paused "Look, just don't worry. Okay?"
I huffed. "Okay. Now get out of my kitchen!" I said triumphantly, pointing to the door.
"Err. Whose kitchen is it?" He said in his silly voice as he pecked me on the cheek.
I stacked pancakes high on a plate. There must have been at least 20 one there. I bought them in and placed them on the table. As soon as I had turned my back Harry had already started devouring them. Typical guy.
I came in with plates, cutlery and golden syrup. We both dug in and Anne and Gemma joined us a few minutes later.
We had finished eating. Harry looked at me and laughed.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
He put his fingers to my cheek and wiped off some golden syrup. He sucked his fingers and did it again.
"Why don't you just go ahead and lick her face, Harry" Gemma said loudly. We all laughed.
We spend the rest of the day at Harry's house just chilling. He replied to lots of people on Twitter, his "Christmas Spree" he called it, and did a TwitCam. He was wearing a Santa hat all afternoon and it starred in his TwitCams. We went to get some coffees from Costa Coffee, Harry chose a Gingerbread Latte, while I chose a Crème Brulee Latte. He was half asleep and looked like he needed caffeine. The smell from the coffees in the car was so Christmassy and warm… It was lovely. We decided to watch "The Only Way Is Essexmas" and record some of the films that were always on. Afterwards we settled down to watch "The Holiday" which was one of my all-time favourite modern Christmas films. It was all very romantic and I was on the edge of tearing up through most of the film. Harry knew it was my favourite film, and took my hand and slipped his fingers in-between mine.
Chapter 12
The alarm sounded "BEEP BEEP… BEEP BEEP"
I looked around confused. Harry had warned me he always gets up early on Christmas (aka he was still a little kid, at heart), but this was just too early. The clock read 6:31am. Harry was already dressed and sitting on the side of the bed.
A red stocking sat on the end of the bed. Harry turned towards me and smiled "Merry Christmas", he said quietly.
I sat up and hugged him "Merry Christmas, I love you"
"I love you too" he replied.
"Who's that for?" as I broke the embrace, referring to the stocking crammed with things.
"Us, I guess" He said, embarrassed.
"Awwwwww. Does your mum still do you a stocking?" I said.
"Yes" He blushed "but what are you on about, Santa Claus left it, remember?" he said, laughing.
"Oooh yeah! Sorry, I completely forgot!" I said sarcastically.
I picked up the stocking and emptied the contents on the bed.
There were 2 bags of chocolate coins, 2 Terry's Chocolate Oranges (Harry had never warmed to getting a real orange in his stocking), There was some makeup, which Harry looked confused at "I'm guessing that's for you" he said laughing. There was a mini Henry vacuum cleaning for crumbs (Which I had assumed was for Harry, unless Anne was trying to tell me something!), a couple of CDs and a few other bits and bobs.
I jumped out of bed, and clicked on my "Christmas Playlist" on my iPod, which was sitting in a speaker system on the side table.
The first song that came on was "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey.
I spun round just as the first line played
"IIIIIII don't want a lot for Christmas" I mouth along with the song, looking straight in to Harry's eyes.
"There is just on thing I need… I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree," I mouthed, playing the role of Mariah. I closed my eyes and bought my clenched fist to my mouth like a microphone.
"I just want you for my own, more that you could ever know" I mouthed again.
"Make my wish come trrrrruuuuueeee" I opened my eyes.
"All I want for Christmas iiiiiissss…" The note was coming up.
"" I ran and jumped on to Harry as he dived backwards. We ended up rolling over on his bed and falling off the other side. We sat there laughing, chocolate coins were scattered all over the floor. We kissed gently and then picked ourselves up.
We bounded downstairs, and we could already hear Anne and Gemma in the living room. They heard us, and Gemma shouted out "What was all that racket earlier? It sounded like there were elephants jumping on the bed!"
"It was Soph being stupid" Shouted Harry, "Oi!" I replied, poking him in the ribs.
We all sat around the Christmas tree and started opening presents.
I started first, handing mine to Harry. I was excited to see the look on his face. He snapped the cellotape and started to unfold the paper. I knew that as soon as he saw the white Apple logo, he would know what it was.
He smiled, and unwrapped the box. His face lit up and he looked at me.
He didn't say anything, just kissed me. He whispered in my ear "Thankyou. I love you". I just smiled.
"What is it?" Both Gemma and Anna asked. "The new iPod Touch, just what I wanted" replied Harry, smiling at me.
"Lucky!" Gemma said. "God, Sophie, now I've got to contend with that!" Anne said, laughing.
Harry looked at his mum. "Don't worry Mum, whatever you've got me, it doesn't matter whether it's big or small, I would still love it" He kissed his mum on the cheek, just like when The X Factor crew was here. It was so cute.
Gemma and Anne opened their presents. I had bought Gemma some scented candles and bath things, and for Anne I had bought some perfume and a cookbook with cute oven gloves attached.
Then Harry handed me a huge box that was from under the tree. It was wrapped with glittery wrapping paper. "From Santa, I believe" He said, smirking.
I was nervous. I didn't exactly know why, but I was. I tore the paper, and all I could tell was that is was a black box. Even the packaging felt expensive, god knows what was inside.
I tore the paper up the middle, and I spotted it… The logo on the top of the box.
The logo was 6 big white letters. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I looked at Harry, unable to function.
I started to cry hysterically. Happy tears, of course. But tears none the less.
"Oh, come here!" Harry poured his arms around me and hugged tightly.
After the tears had subsided he spoke again "Open it"
"I don't think I can"… Of course I could, but I didn't want too. It was too much.
Harry handed me the box as I took a deep breath. The wrapping paper still hung off the end of the box.
I studied the box carefully and tore the paper from the end. The big white letters stared at me. CHANEL. Big and… White.
I carefully took the lid of the box and set it aside. There, in the box was the most beautiful bag I had ever seen.
I couldn't believe that this bag was mine. I lifted her gently and admired.
I recognized the bag instantly. It was a Chanel 2.55, my dream bag.
Celebrities everywhere had this bag, and now it was in my hands. I almost rugby tackled Harry and kissed him. The tears were back, and he wiped them away gently.
"Do you like it?" He asked.
I didn't even have to think about the answer "Of course I do, silly! I love it!" I said into his chest.
"Good" he replied, "I'm glad".
We took all our presents upstairs, and Harry offered to take "The Bag". I replied, "Well, only if your careful!" with a smile.
I could hear Anne starting the Christmas dinner. The turkey had been on the side in the kitchen defrosting for a few days now, and I had been waiting for Christmas dinner for months! My favourite part was the cranberry sauce.. It was just too yummy! Harry's favourite bit was the whole thing, but especially Yorkshire puddings – This was one of the first things he had told me when we were talking about last Christmas on one of our first dates.
As soon as we were upstairs I took the beautiful bag out of the box and started putting all my crap in there. Purse, makeup, sunglasses, phone and iPod were all stuffed in. I carried it carefully, making sure not to scratch it.
Before we left at lunchtime I decided to get my yoga mat out that I had bought from my house especially. I thought that I might as well do half an hour of yoga to make myself feel better about stuffing my face tonight. I spread the mat out, still in my pajamas and started stretching. My favourite poses were the Cat, Dog and Cobra. Just as I was getting into the Dog, where you put your feet and your legs at either end, and make a bridge shape, Harry burst in.
He paused.
"What ARE you doing?" He said, laughing.
I paused, inhaled, then crumpled on the floor, my face red "What does it look like I'm doing, baking a cake?" I said, laughing back at him.
At lunchtime we headed to my house to see my family and open more presents. My parents had bought Harry some cologne and clothes and had bought me a new Apple Mac laptop, which I had been asking for, for what seemed like years.
I opened the shiny laptop and turned it on. The home screen flashed up and the background was a dull picture of a flower. Harry was sitting between my legs, resting his head on my knee. I clicked "Photobooth" and told Harry to sit next to me. "Smile!" I said as I clicked the button. 3.. 2.. 1 the camera counted down. I smiled, but as soon as the counter had got to 1, Harry turned his head and kissed me on the cheek. I scrunched my face and laughed. The photo came out perfectly, and looked lovely. I put it as my background straight away.
Then came dinner at Harry's house. All his family where there and everyone was squished around the dining table. Drinks had started to flow at lunchtime, so everyone was pretty merry by 5:30pm. The kitchen was full of people trying to help and Anne was doing a great job with timings etc.
We pulled crackers and I got a key ring and Harry had got a bracelet, so we ended up swapping. He pulled the elastic of the plastic bracelet and snapped it on to my wrist. The plastic charms jangled against my Tiffany bracelet "Look – They look perfect together!" Harry said sarcastically, smiling. "Well, they'll have to just make friends, won't they?" It was nice that Harry could give me a Tiffany bracelet one day and then a plastic bracelet worth nothing and they would mean the same thing.
The food started to be bought from the kitchen and it smelt like heaven. The plates were piled high with food; there was turkey, stuffing, potatoes, vegetables, everything. We waited for everyone to sit down before we dug in.
Harry and I both had paper Christmas hats on, and mine kept falling over my eyes. This was what Christmas was about, not about presents, it was about family, and spending time with the people you love.
There were plenty of laughs and dinner was wonderful. When we had finished eating, Harrys grandfather set alight to the Christmas Pudding and everyone "Oooh'd" and "Ahhh'd" as the blue flames licked at the pudding.
Everyone crowded around the television and Harry was on the Turkey Sandwiches by 9:30pm. We watched The Royle Family, and everyone was in fits of laughter at "Come Fly With Me".
Harry was falling asleep on my shoulder by 11:00pm, so we decided to say goodnight and go to bed. We got to the bedroom, which was still covered in crap, wrapping paper, presents all over the bed and chocolate coin wrappers everywhere. We scooped the mess off the bed, dumped it on the floor and climbed into bed.
"Have you had a good day?" Harry asked, as I was changing into my new comfy pajamas.
"Of course I have, I've spent it with you.." I said shyly.
"Come here" He said, opening his arms wide.
I climbed into his warm, cozy cradle and closed my eyes and sighed.
"I am so tired" I said, yawning. I moved the covers over me and snuggled in close to Harry.
"Perfection was the only word that could describe today," I thought as Harry kissed my forehead. Absolute perfection.
Chapter 13
I woke late on Boxing Day, and struggled to get up at all. The room looked strange as I rubbed my eyes and sat up. My beautiful bag was on the floor, propped up by the bed. It was so pretty, so perfect. I couldn't help but smiling madly at it sitting there.
We both stayed in our pajamas all day and ate Turkey Sandwiches (with stuffing and cranberry sauce in them) for lunch. We headed out at around 3:00pm, still both in our pajamas. The boys were doing a gig in Scotland the next day, and I was getting ready to head back to the house in London.
We got to my house and straight away were stuffing boxes and panicking slightly. I was leaving the next morning, as were the boys who were meeting and heading up to Scotland by car.
I was throwing everything I could into the boxes; cuddly toys, CDs, bedding, hair products, perfume! I had to wrap most things in bubble wrap, which Harry found most entertaining. He sat there for at least 10 minutes popping the bubbles until I told him to get his arse in gear.
By 7:00pm we had everything sorted, 4 huge boxes were full with... stuff. The Courier man was arriving at 8:00pm to get there by tomorrow, and I would get the 3 hour train to London tomorrow morning.
"DING DONG" the doorbell burst out, just as we had sat down. I opened the door to find a man, in a jumpsuit with a clipboard. "Here for the Courier" he said, looking at his clipboard.
"Yeah, they're just upstairs, could you help bring them down?" I asked, sweetly. Harry was already struggling down the stairs with the first box.
He pushed passed me and huffed loudly. How rude? Harry was the one who had to do 2 trips up and down the stairs, bless him. I actually think he enjoyed showing off his "guns", as he liked to call them. Finally after 10 minutes of huffing and puffing, all the boxes were loaded into the van. "Thank you, and I'll be at the house around lunchtime," I said, signing the clipboard with the scrawl of my signature.
"I'll leave the boxes in the garage" He said, uninterested, climbing into the drivers seat. He slammed the door and sped off.
"How rude was that guy?" I said, laughing.
Harry surprised me by hugging me tightly "I can't believe this is all happening" he said.
"What do you mean?" I said quizzically.
"Just everything. Moving to London, doing gigs for hundreds of people… It's just crazy"
"I know, but this is how it's going to be from now on! No more working at the bakery anymore!" I laughed.
"I miss that bakery. That was a good bakery" He said, in a day dream.
We crashed on my bed minutes later, tired from the stress of packing. My room was almost completely bare, only the bed and dresser were left. All my clothes had been packed and it was strange that this wouldn't really be my home anymore.
The next day the alarm sounded early. 7:00am the clock blinked. Harry was up straight away because he needed to leave before me.
"Can you sort my hair out?" He said, coming out of the bathroom.
"Sure, sit" I pointed to the side of the bed.
I teased his wet hair and sprayed it with product.
"AAAAH MY EYES!" He screamed and rocked backwards, cupping his eyes with his hands. I had obviously sprayed the product a little too close to his face.
"Your such a baby!" I said, laughing at him. I grabbed my hair dryer and attached the diffuser. Harry and I were the "Curly Couple" of our group of friends. My strong blonde curly hair with his soft brown curly hair complimented each other perfectly. I finished his hair with just enough time for a quick makeout session, and then it was time for me to get ready. I was just getting in the shower as he said goodbye.
"I'll see you Wednesday!" He said, kissing me. I hugged him tightly.
"Wait, what are we doing for New Year?" I asked quickly.
"Never you mind! It's all sorted… I'll ring you later, yeah?"
"Yeah, bye!" I replied, kissing him again, but more passionately. His lips felt rough against mine as I put my hand through his damp hair.
"I'll miss you," He whispered in my ear. "I'll miss you too, have a good time" I replied, as he walked out the door.
I ran to the window to see him getting in the car, he was already on the phone. He got into the car and looked at me. His eyes were sparkling in the morning sun and he looked like an angel. He waved and blew a kiss. I waved and blew a kiss back, and then he was gone.
As I was walking to the station my phone buzzed. I took it out of my pocket and opened the text.
"Hey! How are you, my love? I miss you! Are you doing anything NYE? Come round ours, we're having a little shindig at mine. Speak soon – B xoxo"
Becca, she was a friend from London that I had met via Liam. We had become close throughout the live shows, because her and him had known each other since they were born, so she was always there to support him. I still had no idea what Harry had sorted for New Year.
The first thing I did when I was safely on the train was reply "Hey honey! Don't know what's planned for NYE, so will let you know asap. Yeah – We need to catch up! xxxxx"
The train was pretty quiet, but I would only be on for 15 minutes, then from Stockport to London Euston was 2 hours 40 minutes.
The train stopped at Stockport and I jumped off, the other side of the platform would be where the Manchester to London would come through.
"Perfect timing" I thought to myself as the train slid into the station.
I hopped on and found myself a seat. This was going to be a long journey. Luckily, the boys would still be traveling in the car, so I bought up the FaceTime icon on my iPod Touch.
I clicked Harrys contact information and it started to ring.
RING RING. RING RING. I heard in my ear.
It connected after a few seconds.
"Hey!" I said, trying to be as quiet as possible. There weren't many people around, but a few.
"Hey! Are you on the train?" Harry replied, looking at me.
"Yeah – I can't be too loud" I said, smiling.
All I could hear was laughing through my earphones.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing, Louis' being stupid" He laughed. It was nice to be able to see his beautiful face smiling and laughing.
"HEY SOPH!" Louis screamed, leaning into the shot.
"Hey!" I said back.
Harry switched the camera around so I could see the boys in the car "Say hi!" I could hear him saying in the background. They all waved and I waved back. Liam was asleep with his head resting on Zayn's shoulder.
He flipped the camera back around and we chatted for a while. "Becca invited us for New Years Eve, you know." I said.
"Oh really – Okay. Well we can pop in if you want."
He paused "What are you guys doing for New Years?" He said looking towards the boys.
"We're gonna stay together, yeah?" I heard Louis reply.
"Yeah – Okay. Can I text you?" He said, looking at me again.
"Yeah, sure. Speak to you soon" I said waving. He smiled and waved back.
I slumped back into my seat as I noticed 2 girls standing behind me giggling.
I turned my head and smiled back. "Was that Harry Styles?" One of them asked.
"Umm. Yeah!" I said, trying not to sound annoyed they were eavesdropping.
"OMG. How do you know him?" One of them asked, sliding into the seat opposite.
The other girl stood next to her. "OYMYGOSH. You're his girlfriend, aren't you? I recognize you from his TwitCam! OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH!" She started hyperventilating.
"Can we talk to him?" The other girl piped in again.
"Sorry girls, he's really busy right now. I wish I could help you!"
Both the girls looked at me and started pleading.
"Look, I can see if I can get him to follow you on Twitter, or something?"
They looked at me and both had huge grins on their faces. "OMG, that would be amazing!"
They both wrote down their Twitter names and handed me the piece of paper. The paper had 2 reply names on it "PoppyHeartsStyles and Harriet_Styles"
I looked at them and giggled "Hard-core fans, huh?"
"Yes! Ohmygosh. I can't believe we are really talking to you. You're like a proper celebrity. I love your bag BTW. Where did you get it? Can we have a photo?"
"Woah! Breath! One question at a time" I replied.
"Where did you get the bag from? It's beautiful." Asked the girl more calmly.
"It was a Christmas present" I replied.
"Who from?" She snapped back.
"My boyfriend" I said smiling.
"Oh - Anyway, can we have a photo?"
"Sure!" I replied, trying not to laugh at the two girls.
The girls disappeared down the carriage after they had snapped a few photos of each other standing next to me.
I knew Harry would never have time to follow them, so decided to log onto his Twitter and follow them myself. His password wasn't hard to forget. I tapped in "Sophie" and I was in.
His replies were crazy most of the time; every second there would be a new girl asking him to follow or tweet her. I typed in their names and clicked follow. They had already tweeted the photos with the caption "OMG. Just met Harry_Styles 's gf – She was lovely!" from 3 minutes ago.
They had already got replies from their own followers "Oh my god. Your so lucky" etc etc.
It would probably make their day that "Harry" had followed them, but I should probably let him know.
I typed out an essay of a text that was 2 pages long and sent it. I had a reply within seconds. Damn he was good. We had a competition on who could type the fastest – Team Blackberry (me) and Team iPhone (Harry), and he always seemed to win.
I set me phone down and stared out of the window. Trees and houses and roads flew by as we neared The City.
"The next station is London Euston" the tannoy called out. I collected my beautiful bag off my lap and threw all my things in.
I trotted to the door, just as it was opening. The biting breeze stung my face as I buttoned my oversized cardigan up. I walked out of the station and hailed a taxi. Just like that, I was on my way.
"Hampstead Heath, please!" I yelled to the driver.
"Sure thing." Replied the driver.
It was getting dark by the time the cab pulled up outside the house. I paid the driver and ran to the front door. My hands were freezing, and I was shaking just trying to get the key in the door.
Finally the key slid in and the door flung open.
I was just taking my coat off as I heard a noise in the living room.
Oh god.