Amelia Chapter Three
Day: 03 Week: 00
The sounds of someone rustling through my quiet and still apartment woke me up from my slumbering sleep. I opened one eye, then two, and let my sleepy eyes adjust to my surroundings. I saw a tall figure enter my room but I did not panic.
"Harry?" I quietly whispered, to which the figure made a shushing noise indicating that I should not worry, and go back to sleep. It was this simple gesture that made me realize it was indeed Harry, and I moved over in my bed to make room for him. He quickly got in, and I felt right at home. The warmth of his body was like an extra blanket, and I cuddled up to him, my face on his chest.
"How did you get in?" I whispered to him, closing my eyes.
"I have the keys." He murmured back, his voice raspy and groggy. It was a very attractive sound to me. "I missed you Amy. I had to see you."
"Where have you been? I've texted you." I replied, wrapping my arms around his large torso as a sign that he should never escape me.
"I know, I haven't had my phone on me. I've been busy with the store, we are adding a recording studio, and I even got to record some things." He replied, snaking an arm around my lower waist and pulling me closer.
"It's been three days." I tell him.
"I know, by the time I get home it's too late to come see you. But I did tonight. I'm sorry Amy."
"It's okay." I say, with one hand on my necklace. It's the last thing I say, because after that my mind drifted off into a peaceful sleep. It was the first peaceful night in ages.
Day: 05 Week: 00
I was in the middle of folding my clothes on the kitchen table, just having finished laundry, when my phone rings. I see it's my mom and I answer it.
"Hello mom!" I say, glad to hear her voice. It's been four weeks since we've last talked. Since I moved to England, it's been hard to keep in touch with her, but we manage to spare a few minutes during the week to catch up.
"Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?" My mother replies in a very consoling tone. She was talking to me as if I just went through some sort of traumatic experience and she felt badly for me. Taken aback, it took me a few seconds to reply, but I finally told her everything was fine. "That's good, how's school?" She asked.
"Well I'm on vacation right now but it's going fine. How are things over in the USA?" I asked, placing my phone between my cheek and shoulder in order to continue folding laundry.
"We're fine, just worried about you, dear. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Mom, what is there to be worried about? Besides the fact that the only time I get to see Harry is at night basically, my life is fine." I replied. Her unnecessary concern was annoying me to the point where I didn't feel like talking to her anymore.
"Did you say, Harry, dear? You see him at night?"
"Yeah. He's so busy with his record store he has no time for me anymore. And it's not like I could go down and see him either because no one can go in unless you actually have business to do there. It's very top notch. And he's so busy he wouldn't have time to do anything anyways. But don't worry mom, I'll work it out. Stop being so worried, okay?" I said into the phone, grabbing a Beatles tee shirt and folding it. "Mom? Are you there?" I asked after several seconds of silence. She was beginning to worry me.
"Yes, yes I'm here. Sorry I just got… Um, well. I'm glad for you, then." My mother replied in a very unconvincing manner. She sounded more worried than before which angered me.
"Mom. What's going on." I angrily asked, stopping in the middle of folding my shirt just to pay attention to the phone call.
"Nothing. Really… I have to go, I have to help your father with the yard work. Enjoy your last year of college, okay? And—yeah take care, Amelia Jane." My mother said, fishing for words. I gave up trying to understand her. I simply said my goodbyes and hung up, mulling over what she had to be worried about. But in the end, I was glad to hear my mom's voice. Distance was probably hard for her to deal with. I would know. I remembered when Harry finished his year of studying abroad, he promised to skype me at least once a week. And so we did. Our first Skype session was particularly amusing, but it was got us moving as a couple in the first place.
I opened the Skype window with excitement and anticipation at seeing Harry's face again. Since our first date, we had gone to more places together, but we had never done anything to make people think we were an item. After a few of those hang outs with him I came to terms with the fact that Harry probably wanted me as a friend, and I pushed aside my feelings, even though I still had them. I quickly fixed my hair and checked how I looked and before I knew it he was calling me.
"Helloooooo" Harry greeted, drawing out the last syllable of his greeting and grinning at me from ear to ear. I couldn't help but smile back and giggle a little. He looked absolutely adorable and almost childlike despite his current bad boy appearance. "Oh I have some friends with me too." Harry added, and four guys stepped into my frame of view. "This is Liam," He said as a brown haired guy came up behind Harry and waved at me. I waved back. "This is Niall," Harry introduced as a blond haired guy knelt down so his face was seen by me.
"Hello Amelia!" The blond said, and I immediately noticed his heavy Irish accent. I absolutely loved accents. They were the coolest things ever. It's part of what made Harry so cool, but I had quickly gotten used to his accent.
"This is…" Harry began, looking around the room. "Where's Zayn?" He asked the brown haired boy, Liam. The boy shrugged right as another guy came in from the hallway. "Oh. There's Zayn." Harry said spotting the black haired boy. He looked slightly Middle Eastern to me, but had this cool look about him that I found very attractive. "This is Zayn." Harry said to me. I quickly greeted Zayn, and he waved back and was quickly out of my view. "And this is Louis." Harry said.
"Hey Amelia!" The boy named Louis said with enthusiasm into the webcam. He had brown hair and a bit of stubble on his chin, but what really impressed me was the way his hair swept across his head very gracefully. All of Harry's friends seemed very attractive and well groomed.
"Hello, Louis!" I said with equal enthusiasm.
"Hey Amelia," Louis said, "Did you know Harry fancies the pants off you?" Harry quickly made a move to cover his friend's mouth but he was too late. The blond guy, Niall, erupted into a fit of laughter. Not knowing what to do I blushed, and looked down and to both Harry and my embarrassment, Louis continued. "Yeah, he talks about you all the time. Did you know that?"
"AAAAHAHAHHAHAHA oh my god Louis HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA" The blond Irish boy continued to laugh harder than anyone else in the room.
Harry had moved out of view, all I could see of him were his curls on the bottom of my frame of view. He was probably with his head on his desk, completely embarrassed, and I couldn't blame him. I felt like doing the same thing.
"Anyways, come on boys, let's leave Harry with his lovely girl. Nice meeting you Amelia." Louis said, pushing all the boys out of the room. Niall was still laughing, saying things like, "I can't believe you Louis, I can't believe you did that."
After they left it was really quiet. Harry remained out of my sight for a few seconds and when he reappeared his face was completely red. I felt complete joy, glad that Harry did have an interest in me after all.
"So, you have interesting friends." I began.
"Yeah, I'm really sorry about that." Harry apologized.
"Is it true?" I asked after a few moments.
"Yeah. Yeah it is." Was all he replied. "I didn't want to start anything because I would be leaving soon."
Needless to say, I was ecstatic.
The memory of my first Skype session with Harry quickly made me think of the first time I came here, to England, as part of my study abroad program I had always wanted to do. I remembered that as soon as I told him about it, he was completely excited for it. He absolutely couldn't wait for me to do my junior year of college in his country, while he completed his senior year.
I grabbed my carryon bag and walked out of the terminal, my eyes scanning for Harry. He told me he would drive out and meet me at the airport, and then show me to my new dorm on the college campus as I had no idea how to get around the city of London. I found him quickly however, standing in the distance with a sign that read, "Welcome to London, Amy!" I laughed, it was totally like him to do something completely cheesy. I found my feet running to him and he ran toward me and we both collided in a warm, long overdue hug.
"Ammmmyyyy" Harry said stretching out my name. He hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe. "I'm so glad you decided to study abroad, now I can see you more often!" He said, letting go of me and taking a good look at my face. I felt myself blush.
"I'm glad to be here to! Come on, let's pick up my luggage." I told him, walking to the luggage pick up. After I found my suitcase he takes it from me so I didn't have to carry it, and walks me out of the airport and into his car.
"What's your address?" He asked, getting into the driver's seat. Forgetting that everything was the other way around in Europe, I was a bit confused as to why he sat in the passenger's seat. In about three seconds it dawned on me that I was to sit where the driver's seat was, and I crossed the front of the car and sat down. I told Harry my address, and he started the car, driving toward our destination.
"I'm going to give you the grand tour tomorrow, after you're all settled. You're going to love it here. You'll actually get to meet my friends, and get to know them and it will just be really great."
"I'm looking forward to it!" I replied. I was especially looking forward to the chance to get to know Harry better, and perhaps start something with him. Completely happy and free with a new sense of independence, I relaxed in the car seat, and let Harry drive me to my new home.