His Bandmate

I look frantically after my phone which is ringing. It's somewhere under the clothes on the floor of my bedroom. I'm usually pretty neat, but when it's laundry day the room is a mess. I don't really like doing laundry, so I prolong it for as long as I can and then there is so much clothes to do. I rummage through the piles in the search for my phone.

“Where the fuck are you?” I scream towards my phone. I've been waiting for this call for days now and when it finally happens, I can't find my damn phone. Everything goes quiet as the phone stops ringing. I groan loud and curse again. I find it under a pile of bedsheets and look to see if it was who I though it was going to be, but it had only been Lea. Thank god! What if he had called and decided not to call back when I hadn't picked up? I give her a call back as I sit down on my bed. My pulse had raised as I went through the stuff on the floor.

“Hello.” She picked up, answering with her happy voice.

“Hi.” I said, my voice a bit disappointed.

“He hasn't called yet?” She asked, knowing exactly why I was irritated. It's not like I know him and want to marry him or anything, but if he says he's going to call I get a little irritated when he doesn't.

“Nope.” Is all I answer as I lay back on the bed, looking at my sealing. Maybe I shouldn't go out with this guy? He's probably a pompous jerk who thinks he can do what he wants just because he's famous.

“He will, he's probably just busy.” She tries to comfort me.

“Can we talk about something else?” I ask not wanting to drag this out, I'd like to stop thinking about guys. Every night as I'm going to sleep I think of the nameless guy and I dream very hot dreams at night. It only makes me irritated and horny as I wake up.

“Of course. How about we go out tonight?” I can almost see how she does a little dance as she asks.

“I was thinking about doing laundry.” I say and regret it immediately as she groans.

“Ah, come on! Stop that boring stuff and come out with me.” She has this thing where she doesn't really asks, she commands. I guess I'm letting her, because I almost always give in.

“Fine, but I have nothing clean to wear.” I say and look at the piles on my floor.

“That's fine. Come over and we'll find something. See you soon!” She say and hang up. I stand up, ignoring the piles on my floor as I go into the bathroom to take a shower. Afterwards I put my hair up and a messy bun and get my sweats on before leaving for Lea's apartment. Thankfully it's only a couple of blocks away and doesn't take too long to walk. I pull my hood up to cover my wet hair from the cold air as I walk.

I regret coming out as I stand fidgeting with the too short dress that Lea forced on me. I'm not at all comfortable with showing so much skin. The hungry eyes of the men at the club isn't helping, I feel discomfort and kind of nauseated. But that's not the only thing making me regret this, it's also the fact that I'm basically standing by my self since Lea has found a guy she's talking to, or flirting with is the right word. She is pulling out every stop; flipping her hair, touching his bicep, licking her lips... I laugh for myself. It's almost midnight and I feel bored and honestly would rather be laying on my couch watching CSI. I drink the last of my drink before walking over to Lea and the guy, who has his back towards me.

“I'm leaving.” I whisper-yell into Lea's ear.

“No, why?” She gives me a sad expression.

“Maybe your friend here would like to join?” The man say and I look over at him with an disgusted glance. I see that he's older, maybe close to forty. I wonder what's going through Lea's mind sometimes.

“I'll talk to you tomorrow.” I say as I look back at Lea and she gives me a small smile before I leave. I breath a sigh with relief as I get out into the cold air. The club had been packed with people and the air stuffed. I really don't get why people do this to themselves, why do I? It's not like I'm going to meet prince charming at a bar. Well...maybe I already have...no, definitely no. He was definitely not prince charming. Anything else but. Argh! Stop thinking about him! I wrap my arms around me as I walk towards my apartment, it's cold with only a small dress and a light jacket.

As I wake up the next morning I feel tired as I see the piles of clothes waiting for me. I guess I have to do them sometime. Thankfully I have a washer in my apartment, so I don't have to use that in the building. I put the first load in and go out to the kitchen to fix some breakfast. Maybe I should indulge myself a little, a fine saturday like this? I look outside the window to see the rain poring down, well perfect weather for laundry and...maybe some pancakes? Yum! I get out the ingredients for the batter, thankful that I went shopping for groceries yesterday. I don't want to go out in this weather if I don't really have to. I put on the radio as I start to fry the pancakes. I dance to the music as the pancakes get done one by one. My phone starts to ring in the middle of a dance move and I pick it up without looking at the screen, sure that it would be Lea. She always calls to tell me how much she regrets the night before. Why she does it all over again the next week – I have no idea.

“Hello?” I sing into the phone as I turn the music down.

“Hi, is Harry. Is this Julianne?” A nice british male voice say on the other end.

“Yeah.” I say, a little baffled that he's calling and that I answered so weird.

“Great. I talked to your friend Lea and she told me to call you. How are you?” He say and wow his voice is so sexy. I get tomato red as I think that thought, grateful that he can't see me. Answer him, idiot!

“Ye-eah, thanks. I'm good.” I stutter a little, I shake my head, trying to loosen up.

“So...what are you doing?” He asks, sounding a little confused. I guess I'm not really making a good first impression. I got so taken back by his call.

“I'm making pancakes.” I say with a smile. “Or burning pancakes. Shit!” I say as I see the smoke coming from the stove and pull the pan off the plate. Shit! He chuckles a little. “Sorry!” I apologize as I walk away from the stove, better to leave it right now.

“No worries. Didn't mean to interrupt your burning.” He say and I smile.

“So, what are you doing?” I ask as I sit down on my couch, pulling my knees up and wrapping my arm around them. I feel nervous. I sure love an british accent, maybe that was why I moved here – to be able to hear it all the time.

“I'm not doing much right now. Was thinking about going out but it's pouring, so it doesn't seem to appealing.” He chuckles.

“No, it's a real stay-in kind of day.” I say as I look out my window.

“So, would you like to go out sometimes when it's not pouring?” He ask, his voice smooth. I smile for myself, feeling butterflies in my stomach. I wonder what he looks like, he do sound hot.

“Yeah, sure. That sounds great.” I say and bite my lower lip.

“Nice! How about I'll call you monday and we can schedule something?”

“Sounds great!” I feel that I haven't been the most talkative during this conversation, but I can get like that when I'm nervous. I hope he doesn't think bad of me because of it.

“Then I'll talk to you on monday Julianne.” He say and I can hear the smile on his face, which makes me smile.

“Yeah, but Harry?” I say, feeling like I should have said it at the beginning.

“Yeah?”

“Please call me Juli.” I say with a smile and he chuckles.

“Sure, talk to you soon Juli.” He say and hang up, leaving me and my butterflies by ourselves. I groan as I throw my phone on the couch beside me and look over at the stove where my burnt pancake lay. I can't believe what an looser I am. He will think I'm an idiot who can't even talk. I have to do better when he calls on monday, if he calls.

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