Somebody knocked on my door. “Ga weg!” I replied. Okay, I was reading a Dutch book, so I was not in English mode. Still, somebody entered my room. Annoyed, I wiped away my tears. No, I wasn’t crying over Louis’ stupid accusations or missing Brighton, I was crying over somebody who died ten years ago. Yes, I cry because of a book, judge me. “Hey,” a nervous voice said. It wasn’t Louis and when I looked up, I saw Harry. Great. “Let me guess, Louis send you, didn’t he?” “No. I just came to see how my elephant is doing.” It took a few moment to let his words sink in. “I… send him to a shrink. He’s got issues. Just like you,” I replied. Harry laughed. “But… how are you? He asked after a long silence. “Considering the circumstances… Crap.” I sighed. “Why don’t you come downstairs?” Harry asked. “No thanks, I am fine.” “Aaaw, come on.” Harry poked me. I jumped up and squeaked. “So, little miss doesn’t like it when I do… This?” He poked me again. It took only three seconds before he started tickling me. “Stop, please,” I yelled. “Please, who?” “Please Harry.” “Who?” “Harry Styles, the hottest male that ever walked on this freaking planet!” I choked with laughter. “Okay, for this time.” He stopped tickling, but still sat on top of me. My phone rang. “Harry, get of me, I have to answer that.” “If it’s important, they’ll call again,” Harry answered. And whoever it was, he or she called again. “It is important, so get off.” I got up and answered my phone. “Thank god, I thought you were dead,” Davina said. “I nearly was.” With an accusing look for Harry. “But what’s up?” “I was thinking, are you still going to come over for the festival?” she asked. The festival. Damn, I’d completely forgotten. “I understand if you won’t be there, but…” “No, I still want to go, but I kind of still need to ask. I’ll tell you as soon as I know something.” “Okay. Let me know. See you soon. Hopefully.” “Yes, bye.” Harry gave me a puzzled look. “What?” “Where was that about?” “I am planning to kill the prime minister. But now you know, so, I am sorry, but you’ll have to disappear.” Harry smiled. Damn, why was his smile so perfect? “No seriously.” “Last year, Davina, my dad and me went to this festival in Zealand.” “New Zealand?” “No, the original one.” I rolled my eyes. “I really liked it, so we decided that we’d be going this year again. But… well, I still want to go, because the line-up is very good this year.” “But you still have to ask Joanna and Mark?” I nodded. I thought they’d say no anyway, but I had to try. I really wanted to go. “When is it?” “Last Friday and Saturday of June.” Harry thought for a moment. “Would you like it if we join you?” “We? And sweetheart, the only people that are going to perform that you probably know are James Morrison and Will and the people.” Harry shrugged. “So?” I desperately tried to come up with something to talk him out of it. “Come on, let’s ask the others.” And before I could protest or anything, he dragged me downstairs.

Notes

Heey there,

Tomorrow, school starts again :( My schedual is okay, I have great teachers, but still, I am going to have trouble waking up tomorrow at 6:30 0: )

Anyway, hope you like this. To be honest, I have no idea where this is going, but I think (hope) it'll be interesting. I trust my own mind on that :P

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