Amelia Chapter Ten
Day: 26 Week: 03
The clock on my bedside table told me it was two in the morning, and with frustration I turned myself on my bed, facing away from it. I had gotten in bed around eleven, and I couldn't sleep since then. It was just one of those nights. I had tried multiple times to close my eyes, but I could feel them moving about under my eyelids and trying to stay open. Eventually I gave up fighting the feeling of restlessness and just kept my eyes open, facing into the abysmal dark. I let my mind run. I began thinking of my favorite classical pieces, like Rhapsody in Blue by George Gershwin, and trying to picture myself playing it on several instruments, but I couldn't concentrate hard enough on the music taking place in my mind, so I thought of other things.
My mind wandered to the first several months when I had arrived in England. Harry, Niall, Liam, Zayn, Louis and I would hang out nearly every waking hour, whether it was just talking and having a good time, or going to parties and having nerf gun fights in Zayn's apartment. They were good times, but I was sad that all that had changed. Louis hadn't made contact with me in weeks, and apparently he hadn't with the rest of the guys either. I vaguely wondered why. Perhaps I would call him soon. As for Harry… I wondered where he was, and what he was doing. I pictured him in his record store, behind a desk taking care of various bills and papers. Was he thinking of me at this moment? I remembered when we used to hang out every waking hour, watching movies at home or going to parties. Harry seemed to know every party host and when and where they were taking place. After going to so many, even I found them fun.
Harry led me out of the taxi, grabbing hold of my hand as I trailed behind him. We were both a bit drunk, which was why we took a taxi. He fiddled with the door knob, chuckling to himself, but eventually he opened it, and led me inside his lobby to the elevator to his floor. Taking advantage of the empty elevator, I grabbed his shirt cuff and pulled him toward me for a kiss. He obliged, immediately opening his mouth and letting his tongue explore. I could smell vodka and several other alcohols on his breath, and I vaguely wondered what he smelled on me. The kiss was sloppy and rough, but it was over in a matter of seconds, because the doors opened with the sound of a bell.
Harry grabbed my hand again and led me out of the elevator and down the hallway to his door. He let go of my hand and searched his pockets for the keys. Once he found them he fiddled with them, trying to fit them in the keyhole, but due to his drunkenness he couldn't fit them in. After five tries he managed it, and we got through the door and shut it behind us.
Immediately I felt him slam me against the wall, pushing himself onto me and drowning me in fervent kisses. I immediately melted into him, letting his hands and body support me, as my hands explored his curls, neck and back. His hands were restless; touching every part of my body with impatience, leaving me heated. His lips moved from mine and instead traveled down my neck, and collarbones, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he went. His lips hit my strapless dress, and his hands immediately searched for the zipper on my back. I sighed, and as he unzipped my black strapless dress he pulled it down to my feet, resuming his kisses all the way down my bra and stomach. With my hands I pulled him back up by his face, smashing his lips in a passionate kiss again, and once I had him there, I began unbuttoning his shirt with drunken inaccuracy. Harry helped me with the remaining three buttons and pulled his shirt off with lightning speed, and I pulled him toward me, completely turned on by his exposed tattoos and bare chest. My lips went right to his neck, biting him right where the neck meets the shoulders, eliciting a feral growl from him. He pushed me harder against the wall and his hands moved down to my thighs, where he pulled them up around his waist. I locked my legs around his back and kissed his lips once more. His hands moved from my thighs to my butt and gave it a squeeze, which made me arch my back in pleasure.
I felt him lay me down on his bed, and vaguely in my mind I realized where this was all going, but the alcohol calmed me, and so I didn't seem to mind. He kissed my lips with a sudden softness, and then made his way down, trailing kisses on my chest, my stomach, until his lips found the lining of my underwear. I felt his hands trace up my legs and hook around my underwear, and that's where my mind overcame the drunkenness I was feeling and I opened my eyes wide at the realization of what was happening.
"Harry wait—I um."
Harry stopped suddenly and looked up at me from between my legs, his green eyes lustful and passionate.
"I can stop." He said softly, although regretfully.
"Well it's just that I never um…"
"It's okay, Amy. Let's stop. Come on, we can fall asleep together."
I got out from under him, still in my bra and underwear, and climbed into bed, pulling the covers on top of me. Harry did the same, and grabbed me from the side, pulling me close to him. His warmth radiated onto my skin, and made me feel warmer than the covers ever could. Guilty for ruining his fun, I looked up at him.
"I'm sorry." I said, feeling myself blush at the apology.
"Love, there's nothing to be sorry for." Harry said, taking his hand and tracing it on my cheek in a soothing manner. "I don't want to pressure you. Whatever you feel comfortable doing is what as far as I want to go. I'm never going to make you do anything. I'm okay with us stopping. Really, I am. Just having you here is enough."
I smiled, a warm feeling spreading to my heart. I felt so fortunate to have him, right then. I hugged him, pulling him closer, and resting my head on his chest, letting the alcohol put me to sleep.
I turned around, bothered by the memory I had just remembered. It wasn't a bad one in itself, quite the contrary, but it made me remember better times, and reminded me that there was a hole in my heart. I faced the clock. It was now three in the morning. The light from my clock illuminated the picture of my and Harry, wrapped up in blankets and facing each other with loving expressions. My hands idly search for something on my chest. Once my fingers found it, the heart shaped necklace Harry had once given to me, I played with it a bit, feeling the metal between my skin until I fell asleep.
Day: 27 Week: 03
I was tired the rest of the day. I tried my best not to fall asleep in class, although that was unsuccessful. I ended up getting disappointing looks from several of my professors, which made me feel like crap. Once I got home, I immediately dropped my books and lay down on the sofa, waking up three hours later refreshed and completely energized. It was sunset now, and I realized I would probably go to sleep very late again because I wouldn't be tired once it was time for me to go to bed.
The thought of staying up once more triggered something I had thought to myself last night: Louis Tomlinson. It wasn't too late, so I decided to grab my cell phone and give him a call, at least to see he what he was up to.
The phone rang and rang, and eventually it led me to voicemail. Disappointed, I thought of hanging up, but the beep came and I instantly decided to leave a message.
"Hey Lou, it's Amy. Just wondering what you've been up to lately, I haven't heard from you in weeks. If you hear this shoot me a call or whatever. Bye."
I hung up, a bit sad that I didn't get in touch with him. I wondered if any of the other boys had. It was unlike Louis to be distant from everyone. He was always so full of life, always up to something mischievous, or going to some party. He was always making someone's day better by making them smile, or laugh, even if it was at his expense. Even if he did annoy people, no one could stay mad at him long. It was just one of his charms.
"Shh. We have to be careful not to wake this wild curly creature." Louis whispered to me. We were in Harry's apartment. We had broken in due to Louis' superb lock picking skills, and decided it would be fun to wake Harry by shooting him with water from our water guns. I chuckled at Louis' mention of the 'wild curly creature' which was Harry. Louis liked to pretend he was some sort of hunter in these situations.
We got to Harry's bedroom door, which was closed. Louis and I looked at each other, our water guns at the ready.
"We will open on three, and then shoot immediately. Ready… steady… three!" Louis whispered loudly.
We carefully opened the door and stepped inside, abandoning all pretense of being quiet, and shot our guns at the mass of sheets on the bed. There was a gasp from the bed, and Harry arose from under the sheets, to be soaked in water. His face was covered in water, and his expression was one of anger and bewilderment.
"AHHH LOUIS!" Harry yelled, and got out of bed and ran toward Louis in his briefs. Louis dropped the water gun and ran for it and I stood there, thankful Harry hadn't somehow spotted me. I stayed right where I was, listening to the sounds of screaming and shrieking coming from Louis and the yelling of "YOU FUCKING GIT" from Harry. I laughed, listening, and imagining them fighting.
I heard the sound of feet running toward the room and I panicked, but before I could hide, Harry was there, returning only to pick up a water gun, but finding me holding one.
"You were in on this too?!" He yelled in surprise.
I gave him my most innocent look but I was caught red handed. Before I could so much as take a breath Harry was running toward me. He knocked me down on the bed and began tickling me, gun having been dropped in the process. Somehow, Harry had gotten a hold of it and he backed up and aimed it toward me, and before I could protest there was ice cold water soaking through my shirt and my face.
"HARRY!" I half laughed, half yelled.
"REVENGEEE" He yelled back, turning around and heading for Louis. Two seconds later, I heard Louis shout,
"NO MATE, DON'T DO IT!" But by the sounds of Louis' surprised yells I knew he had.
I let out another laugh, completely thrilled by the day's adventure, and began going through Harry's closet for a shirt to put on.
It was Louis who brought the excitement and thrill to everyone's lives. He had changed so much though, it was hard for me to think of him as the same person anymore. I remembered Louis had been that prankster, but he had also been an older brother to me, and to everyone else. He could be mature when he wanted.
"So… you and Harry eh?" Louis nudged me repeatedly, his tone suggestive. I smiled to myself.
"Yeah." I said simply. I was very happy about the fact that I was now going out with Harry Styles, but there was something in the back of my mind that I couldn't shake, and it impeded me from jumping for joy at the prospect of my new boyfriend.
"Well I hope your intentions are good, don't want you hurting my little boy." Louis said jokingly, as if he were the father talking to his daughter's new date.
"I won't." I said. My voice sounded a bit dejected, and I hoped Louis wouldn't pick up on it because I hadn't intended him to sense it.
"What's worrying you, geeky?" Louis said, immediately picking up on the very thing I didn't want him to. I smiled as he said my nickname, however. When I first met Louis in person and he found out I was into music and was going to be a music teacher, he began calling me a band geek, and mocking everything a stereotypical band geek does. Eventually he replaced my name with 'band geek' and soon after he just called me a geek, then 'geeky' to 'make it more nicknameish ya know?' Louis had once said.
"Nothing, I'm happy." I said a little too quickly, as I tried to get up from his sofa and get some food. I found that Louis' arm was keeping me in place, and I internally groaned.
"Just cause you're happy doesn't mean there can't be anything wrong. Now spill." He said, sounding demanding on the last two words.
"Well it's just… it's not Harry… he's absolutely wonderful and great, but it's me. Like what if he realizes I'm not interesting, or as great as he thought? What if I let him down? What if I do something wrong? I just don't think I'm good for him I mean, I certainly don't think I'm his type of girl, he usually dates skinny blonds who are the stars of the cheerleading squad, and then there's me. I don't fit his type at all and I'm just scared he will realize that and I won't be able to get over it." As I talked, I felt the problems and worries roll off my tongue, and at the same time it was as if a great burden was lifted off of my chest. I had never confided anything with Louis before, and we had never talked about anything remotely personal, so I was reluctant, and a bit unsure of what to do. But Louis simply sat there, staring at me with pensive eyes, holding his comments until the end.
"Silly band geek, you. You just pointed out the reason why Harry likes you. You said it yourself, you aren't his typical type. You aren't blond, or sporty. You're the opposite you have brown wavy hair and you live in the library or practicing your instruments and doing homework. That's why he is so infatuated with you. You're different. And if you've bothered to notice, he's never treated his previous girlfriends like he does you. He never has asked out a girl with a bouquet of roses and two lists. He's never bothered to keep in touch with them through Skype. He saw you were special, and worthwhile. And that's why it's going to work, and that's why he won't leave you. On the contrary, I think the more he knows you the more he will like you." Louis spoke in a consoling brotherly tone.
I realized he may be right, and I felt comfort in his words. I simply nodded, and Louis gave me a quick hug, and suggested we invite Liam over and throw food at him to make me feel better. I suggested instead we plot to prank him, which Louis reluctantly accepted only because it wasn't as fun as throwing food at Liam.