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Do The Stars Shine Out For You?

Fifteen

The soft click of the door as Louis and Eleanor left was all we needed. We were on fire with the thought of each other; desire ringing hot with each individual flame licking through our veins.

Harry’s hands slipped beneath my shirt, delicate and wanting, as mine tangled up in hair that was still damp. Our lips were melded together; it was almost painful the way he made me feel. I was scared of it; I didn’t know what to do with feelings this strong. They overwhelmed me and broke me down only to build me back up again, and I was beginning to feel like this was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to Harry.

Then the door burst open again, destroying a moment that could have become something else, something good, to reveal a blue-eyed boy with a glint in his eye and an equally mischievous girl. They returned in the way someone did as if they’d forgotten something important.

“We were going to leave you two alone,” He began, smiling with teeth that shined brightly in the dimming sunlight, innuendo strong in his every word and movement. “But then we caught something. Could please tell me what that thing was, my dear Eleanor?”

“I believe,” she started, every bit as guilty as her boyfriend, “that we heard a certain couple together for a Harry-eternity say I love you?.”

My face burned bright red as I turned to face the floor, scrunching up my toes against the cold wood flooring. Harry, on the other hand, was beaming with pride so bright it looked as if he won an award.

“And you’d be correct,” Harry added cheekily, slowly slinking his hands out from under the fabric of my t-shirt. I wanted to fall over.

Louis crossed the room and gathered both of us up into a hug, his arms squeezing us together so tightly there was barely room to breathe.

“Lou, babe, I think you’re crushing them.” Eleanor said, laughing

“Mate, are you tearing up?” Harry asked incredulously, and we both pulled back to look at Louis, who was passing a hand over his eyes.

“I’m just thinking of all the money the other lads owe me,” he said tearfully, his voice overly dramatic in a fashion only Louis could manage. If possible, my face turned and even deeper shade of red. “I called this eons ago, the very second Carly spoke to Nialler.”

I pulled away from Harry. “You guys were placing bets on me?”

“They bet on everything,” Eleanor added in her boyfriend’s defense. “They bet on how long the pizza will take to get through the throngs of fan girls at the studio, the lot of them have serious issues.”

I smacked Harry on the shoulder and he yelped. “What the bloody hell was that for?” He turned his eyes on me full, fully aware of what they were capable of, and I wasn’t having any of it.

“For putting that poor delivery boy through the seven circles of hell and back!”

“If it makes you feel any better, our pizza was cold as ice by the time we got it,” Harry said, flashing a grin before looping an arm around my waist. I let my head rest against the strong muscle of his shoulder, feeling strangely at peace.

Somewhere, in the back of my head, a voice whispered.

Things are never at peace for long.

***

“Linnie! Wake your fat arse up!” Carah burst into Harry’s room, which I was currently occupying.

“You’re slipping into the vernacular again,” I mumbled, clutching my pillow to my chest as if it were a lifeline.

“Am not,” Carah stated indignantly, and through the one eye I managed to open I could see her crossing her arms.

“You said arse instead of ass, I’m pretty sure that counts.” Slowly, I forced myself up, my hair in a haphazard mess around my face. The waves were tangled up and fell down my back in a dramatic puff of frizz.

Carah had a smirk on her face, flashing her teeth as it widened into a smile. “Oh, doesn’t someone look absolutely lovely today,” she said sarcastically. I flipped my middle finger at her.

“I’m going to shave my head,” I whined, trekking over to the bathroom (which was fantastically ensuite). “It’s hot here and my hair is not cooperating.”

“Darling, that implies that your hair cooperated in the first place. I remember middle school,” Carah said with a laugh, spreading her hands out in big gestures around her head as a reference to my unfortunate afro.

Middle school was not kind to me.

“Yeah yeah yeah, Miss Snaggle Tooth,” I shot back, baring my teeth like a beaver before I was choked up completely with laughter.

“I bloody fucking hate you,” she mumbled, glaring at me even though her lips were pursed in an attempt to hide her smile.

As I squeezed some toothpaste onto my brush, it buzzing lightly, Carah rested her petite frame in the doorway.

“Where’s lover boy?” She asked absently, her eyes flicking around the small space of the bathroom as if she were looking for something to be wrong, or out of place.

“At the studio recording, didn’t Niall tell you? Harry snuck out at the crack of dawn and left a note like the idiot he is.” When I looked over at my best friend as I mentioned Niall’s name, her face went redder than a tomato.

Particularly a tomato that’s been crushed, blenderized, and pulverized.

With an inkling of an idea slipping into my brain, I gargled and spit, wiping my mouth and focused my full attention on Carah. “Speaking of Niall,” I said, raising my eyebrows. “Would you like to tell me about what’s going on with that situation? Has someone found their pot of gold at the end of rainbow?” The grin on my face only kept getting wider as Carah squirmed under my interrogation. There was something oddly satisfying about being on this end of the hot seat.

“It’s nothing!” She blurted out quickly, before scrunching up her eyebrows and deciding she didn’t like that. “Well, we’re not nothing, but we’re not exactlysomething, either, it’s just—” She stuttered, searching for the words that could accurately sum up what she wanted to say. “I don’t know!” Carah finally admitted, throwing up her hands like they were the white flag of defeat. “Sometimes it’s really nice, y’know? He’ll hold my hand or kiss my cheek or something sweet, and then the next second it’s like all I am is Carah the Assistant and nothing else.” She sighed, a long, sad desperate sound. “I don’t want to be just Carah the Assistant to him.”

My mind began to whirl with ideas. Despite all of Carah’s flare as assistant to the boys, she was a numbers girl, terrible with words but able to figure out her total at Starbucks before the cashier managed to do it.

“What about,” I suggested mischeviously, “me, you, Danielle, and Eleanor go out for a shopping day today? We can get their opinions on this Niall situation and maybe pick up a few things along the way.

Carah looked me up and down with a bright smile on her face. “You? Linnie Gordon? Shopping? Quick, help me before I faint!”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Enjoy it while it lasts.” We migrated over to the small suitcase I had in the corner of Harry’s bedroom.

“Linnie?”

“Hm?”

“Can you do me a favor and not tell Harry about this?”

My eyes flickered over to her nervous face, her fingers curling and uncurling the hem of her blouse.

“Of course.”

Notes

I know it's been ages! Please don't kill me!

Comments

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