Day 6
Home
Noise. That's all I hear when I finally wake from my sleep. Cars honking, people hustling, birds screeching. It's all back. Along with me.
I stretch in my bed, yawning. The plane didn't get in until early this morning, and even though I survived past midnight I wasn't sure where I would end up. Luckily, I ended up at home. Home in my own apartment.
A smile crosses my lips. In some ways that actually do sound pretty cool.
Suddenly the sound of vibration against wood echoes through the room. My phone's ringing. I quickly grab it from the bedstand. It's an unknown number.
"Hello?"
"I saw you."
"Harry?"
"Yeah, it's me."
A sudden joy fills me from top-to-toe. Maybe my sleep had been dreamless, but I still dream about him. I'm about to ask what's up, when a question pops into my head.
"How did you get my number?" I stare at the screen like it would know the answer.
"Do you have video call?"
I nod, somehow expecting him to see it.
"Could you turn it on?"
I do, and soon the screen flickers to life, a picture of a guy with curly, brown hair covering it. He's sitting in a room I already know way too well. His bedroom.
"Hi," I say, my mind going blank.
"Hi," He grins, his eyes lighting up. We sit there for a few moments just staring at each other.
"Thanks for coming last night," He finally says, breaking the silence.
"I'm glad I did."
"Me too," Harry glances at one of his tattoos. "Were you the one who asked Simon to come see us?"
I hesitate for a second before nodding.
"Yeah," I answer. "I was."
"Thanks," He looks at me again. "He's going to sign us, you know."
"You deserve it." I say truthfully. Maybe Simon gave me the card, but it had always been meant for them. "So what are you gonna do now?"
"Album, tour, whatever really comes our way, I guess."
"Will you promise me something?"
Harry lets out a laugh, "Sure."
"Come to Vancouver."
"Like on tour?" Harry stares teasingly at me.
"Yes. Or just whenever you feel like it." I can't help, but smile at the thought. Harry and I together, no rewinds. It has to happen.
"Deal." We pretend to shake hands over the camera. "Now before you go," Harry starts rummaging through something behind him. "I need to give you a message from Louis."
At first I don't get it, not until he drags up a white block. I burst into laughter.
"Now, this is serious," He pretends, trying hard to keep a straight face. "Louis don't want you to, quote, ever again write personal messages or phone numbers on his 'stuff'." Harry says it so exaggerated I can't stop laughing. "But," Always the big but. "As his friend he allowed me to keep it. Temporarily, of course.'
He winks and before I'm able to stop laughing, the charger flickers across the screen its letters as clear as day. They read: Benji + Harry.
