Lost In The Music
Chapter Thirteen
*Harry's P.O.V*
I woke up to the sounds of Louis practically screeching his brains out over the breakfast choices. Savannah slightly stirred in my arms, but she didn't fully wake up. I heard Louis' feet pounding against the wooden floor of the hallway and Liam telling him to be quiet. He probably didn't listen because Louis burst through the doorway three seconds later.
"Hey Harry! What do you want for breakfast? Oh wait, that's a stupid question because all we have is microwaveable waffles, microwaveable sausage, microwaveable pancakes, and ALL THAT MICROWAVEABLE JUNK BECAUSE SOMEBODY FORGOT TO BUY SOME REAL FOOD!" His already-loud voice escalated into a shout. Before I could tell him off for screaming in my face at 8:00 in the morning, Savannah shot up. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes were so wide, the green in them seemed brighter than spring grass.
"Oh, sorry about that Sav, didn't think you were still sleeping," he apologized.
"It's ok. . ." she whispered, half-heartedly smiling.
"Sheesh Louis, we have a guest for one night, and you're already scaring her," I scolded as Savannah moved so I could get up. I smiled at her and went upstairs to take a shower.
After I finished, I threw on a white t-shirt, some jeans, and a pair of white converse. When I came back down, I could hear Louis yelling. Is he STILL on breakfast? I thought to myself, heading to the kitchen. When I swung open the door, Louis was sitting at the table like a school-boy with a plate of syrup-drenched pancakes and waffles covered in mountains of whipped cream in front of him. Savannah was at the stove, grilling bacon and cooking omelets. Niall was scarfing down the freshly-made French toast, Liam was spraying the whipped cream in his mouth, and Zayn was waiting for Savannah to finish the omelets.
"Just grab a plate and serve yourself!" Savannah cheerfully announced. She was wearing a nice aqua top and a pair of jean shorts, and she looked calmer then when Louis was her human alarm clock this morning.
"I'm so sorry for falling asleep in you last night," she apologized.
"It's no problem," I smiled at her. She turned back to the stove, and I got my plate. I was in the middle of a debate on whether I should get some waffles, pancakes, or just wait for the bacon to be done, when Louis asked Savannah what time she needs to go to school. She glanced at the clock in the kitchen, and immediately ran to the living room.
"I'm guessing you have to go right now," Zayn said, his mouth stuffed with an omelet.
Louis sprinted upstairs to his room for the car keys. Savannah appeared in the doorway with her backpack and Louis came downstairs, pulling on his jacket.
"Ok, um, there's some orange juice and milk in the fridge, I turned off the stove but it might be hot for a couple more minutes, the bacon's on a plate, whatever you don't eat, just throw it away or save it for Niall, don't burn down the house, and I'll be back by three-thirty, ok?" She went through the check list, grabbing a granola bar. We nodded in unison. She quickly smiled, and headed out to Louis' car. The tires squealed as he sped out of the driveway. The house instantly seemed less happy and fun, and more quiet.
I woke up to the sounds of Louis practically screeching his brains out over the breakfast choices. Savannah slightly stirred in my arms, but she didn't fully wake up. I heard Louis' feet pounding against the wooden floor of the hallway and Liam telling him to be quiet. He probably didn't listen because Louis burst through the doorway three seconds later.
"Hey Harry! What do you want for breakfast? Oh wait, that's a stupid question because all we have is microwaveable waffles, microwaveable sausage, microwaveable pancakes, and ALL THAT MICROWAVEABLE JUNK BECAUSE SOMEBODY FORGOT TO BUY SOME REAL FOOD!" His already-loud voice escalated into a shout. Before I could tell him off for screaming in my face at 8:00 in the morning, Savannah shot up. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes were so wide, the green in them seemed brighter than spring grass.
"Oh, sorry about that Sav, didn't think you were still sleeping," he apologized.
"It's ok. . ." she whispered, half-heartedly smiling.
"Sheesh Louis, we have a guest for one night, and you're already scaring her," I scolded as Savannah moved so I could get up. I smiled at her and went upstairs to take a shower.
After I finished, I threw on a white t-shirt, some jeans, and a pair of white converse. When I came back down, I could hear Louis yelling. Is he STILL on breakfast? I thought to myself, heading to the kitchen. When I swung open the door, Louis was sitting at the table like a school-boy with a plate of syrup-drenched pancakes and waffles covered in mountains of whipped cream in front of him. Savannah was at the stove, grilling bacon and cooking omelets. Niall was scarfing down the freshly-made French toast, Liam was spraying the whipped cream in his mouth, and Zayn was waiting for Savannah to finish the omelets.
"Just grab a plate and serve yourself!" Savannah cheerfully announced. She was wearing a nice aqua top and a pair of jean shorts, and she looked calmer then when Louis was her human alarm clock this morning.
"I'm so sorry for falling asleep in you last night," she apologized.
"It's no problem," I smiled at her. She turned back to the stove, and I got my plate. I was in the middle of a debate on whether I should get some waffles, pancakes, or just wait for the bacon to be done, when Louis asked Savannah what time she needs to go to school. She glanced at the clock in the kitchen, and immediately ran to the living room.
"I'm guessing you have to go right now," Zayn said, his mouth stuffed with an omelet.
Louis sprinted upstairs to his room for the car keys. Savannah appeared in the doorway with her backpack and Louis came downstairs, pulling on his jacket.
"Ok, um, there's some orange juice and milk in the fridge, I turned off the stove but it might be hot for a couple more minutes, the bacon's on a plate, whatever you don't eat, just throw it away or save it for Niall, don't burn down the house, and I'll be back by three-thirty, ok?" She went through the check list, grabbing a granola bar. We nodded in unison. She quickly smiled, and headed out to Louis' car. The tires squealed as he sped out of the driveway. The house instantly seemed less happy and fun, and more quiet.
Thank You, I guess. It's not everyday I hear random people say they love me! But seriously, it was no biggie ;)
9/14/13