"Bye," I said closing the door. Harry and I had agreed on being friends. Or, I refused to be anything more than friends. He begged me over and over again, but at the end he realized he'd lost his chance. The couch was soaking wet after Harry had sit there. He'd offered to clean up after himself, but I wanted him to go home and get some sleep. For once, my creativity was there when I needed it, and came up with the great idea of using my blow dryer on the couch. I knew it would have been dry in the morning if I left it, but I didn't want to go to bed yet. When I finally got to bed, all I could think about was if I should have given Harry one more chance or not. Therefore I got up and turned the telly on, trying to forget Harry for at least a couple of hours.
I woke up to the sound of people laughing. It took me a sec to realize I'd forgotten to turn the telly off. I pushed the home button on my mobile phone to see what the time was. 8:45. Shit, I'd be late for my first day of work. I got dressed, ate and did my makeup. After then minutes, I ran down the streets trying to get to the restaurant in time. Luckily I did.
The day wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be. Of course there were some picky costumers, but that was a part of the job. One of my higher rated colleagues gave me some plates, which was a nice way of telling me my break was over. She told me to bring them to table number five. I curled my lips to a smile and went to do as I'd been told. My phone rung when I'd just sat the plates at the table, reminding me I'd forgot to turn the sound off. I'd already had too many breaks, but I was exhausted and let myself have one for a minute or two to answer the phone. "Hi. I'm at work, try to be quick." I didn't see who it was before I answered, but it didn't take long before I figured out I was talking to Harry. "You got a job? That's great Nora! The boys and I were wondering if you'd want to go get lunch with us?" he asked. "I can't, have to work 'til late. Sorry," I said. "That's okay, maybe another time then?" Harry asked. "I really want to see you guys again, call you later?" I said knowing I had to get back to work. "Yeah, bye," he said. Harry's call made me happy. We were friends again for sure. I went back to work with a real smile this time.
I went to bed as soon as I got home that night. Or, that's what I'd planned, but I couldn't sleep. I got up, and took a look at the watch. Not weird I couldn't sleep, it wasn't eight yet. Maybe I could call Harry? He wouldn't mind talking this late, would he? I slipped the phone out of my pocket and called him. "Hi, Nora," he said not more than three seconds later. "I don't know why I'm calling actually, maybe I should hang up?" I said without hearing Harry's hello. He laughed. I blushed. "You don't have to have a reason, stupid," he said still laughing. "Where're you at?" I asked. "The boys and I are in the car. We're on our way to a photoshoot." Now I could hear the conversation between Niall, Louis, Zayn and Liam. "This late?" I asked. "Yeah, do you want to come and watch?"
I was in a rush to get dressed and do my makeup as Harry told me they'd be here in ten. Remember how I said I don't care about stuff like that? Truth is I do after I moved to England. Earlier today I caught myself reading a gossip magazine. Mostly to read about the boys, but still, I read the parts about makeup and clothes as well. I heard a knock on the door as I got into my shoes, and hurried to get it. "Hello, we've got to go" Louis said. I didn't get to say anything before he dragged me to the car. Car is not the right word; it was more like a small limo. "Wow," I said gasping. "I take it you have your own chauffeur, huh?" I grinned. "Yup," he said slightly pushing me into the car.
The car ride must have been the best I've ever had. All the boys were in such a good mood, obviously looking forward to be taken pictures off. "Maybe you'll get to be in some of the photos," Harry teased me knowing I hated seeing myself in pictures. "I'll have to say no to your offer, Harry." All the boys looked at me. "Come on, Nora. You're such a beauty. Not shearing it would be selfish," Liam told me. I wanted to refuse, but didn't get the time. Suddenly I stood in front of a camera all dolled up. "What am I supposed to do?" I sent the boys an awkward smile. "Just have fun," they told me. "And that's easy when I know I'll look like a fool." Harry walked over to me. "I'll show you how it's done," he said making a sign I could go sit down. I'd never seen Harry that confident before, but he did look hot posing. "Come on Harry, your cousin is the only girl here, you don't have to impress no one," Louis grinned. Harry went to sit down again, obeying Louis. I stood up and got in front of the cameras again. This time with confidence I didn't know I had. The boys gasped. I could hear Louis whispering "That's really hot" to Niall whom agreed. "I heard that one, Louis." All of us burst into laugh.
The boys were done with their shoots just under two hours later. "Are we heading home now, then?" I asked. "We'll sleep at mine, you can too if you want," Niall suggested. "I can't, got work tomorrow." I sighed.
It was hard to keep my eyes open after staying up that late last night. I slept over at Niall's after all. Harry had got up early to drive me to work. He said he were meeting some friends anyway. I didn't believe him. He was wearing his pyjamas and slippers; he'd never want to be seen like that by someone other than me and the boys. "Nora, get back to work," someone shouted. Oh god, how much I hated this job. I got back to work, but without paying any attention to what I was doing. Suddenly I heard someone shouting, but I didn't realise what it was before it was too late. I'd walked into a costumer. Now his shirt had four plates of pasta on it. I didn't say anything, just laughed. The man didn't laugh. He looked pissed off. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said at last.
I got told never to come back. Maybe god wanted me to quit this job as much as I did. The first thing I did was to call Harry. He didn't answer, therefore I called Liam. "Hi," he said. "Do you know where Harry is?" I asked without saying hello. "He's with Rosie." Harry never told me he had a friend name Rosie. I didn't ask who it was, afraid that Liam would think I was greedy over Harry. "Do you and the boys want to, eh, hang out? I just got fired, and I know you guys can make me forget it. At least a couple of hours." Liam yelled "Louis, Zayn, Niall" with no answer. "Oh, I forgot. They're doing an interview now. They'll be done in an hour or so," Liam told me. "Can we go for a walk while we're waiting?" I asked.