What Does it Mean? ~ COMPLETED
Last Day of School, First Day of Summer
Harmony’s POV
“I’ve had a wonderful year with all of you. I wish you all luck on your jobs or contracts. If you didn’t get one, don’t give up. There is always next year. I hope to see you all again. Goodbye! Have a great summer!” Mrs. Hadley called out to us as the last bell of school rang. Never would I have expected to get signed in my first year and with one of my best friends.
“To Starbucks!” I said and pointed out at nothing. Starbucks is where the contract people are meeting us. I’m so excited that I put the wrong shoes on this morning I have a purple converse on my left foot and a green one on my right. It doesn’t even match my outfit. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=80614863
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“Hello, my name is Carla. We are really honored that you chose to sign with us,” the lady introduced herself.
“How could we pass up such an amazing job offer?” I said holding out the amazing. She just laughed.
“Well, let’s get down to business. We are actually having you go to Disneyland in Anaheim. We realized that neither of you spoke French, so that’s why.”
“Even cooler! That’s so close to my hometown! I can’t wait,” I said.
“Great! Sorry about that. Now, I understand that you had a question to ask me.” I looked at Dani, unsure what to say. She turned to the lady and explained my situation.
“Yes, um, well, you see, Harmony here, is, um, pregnant, so we were wondering how that worked out,” Dani said for me.
“Aw… Congratulations! It’s no problem. We would still love for you to work for us. Can we do like a month of you working first just to see how it goes? We just want you to get used to the routine, and then you can have off until the baby is born. We’ll give you a month after, too, so the baby can have one normal month at home.”
“Thanks, and yeah that works. So, where do we sign?”
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“We’re home!” Dani and I yelled after running into Liam and Niall’s flat. All of the boys decided to hang here when they were done with their miniscule meet and greet.
“So you got the job?” Liam asked.
“Dat’s right bitches,” I said.
“I say we celebrate!” Louis said. “I’ll call El! BRB!”
“But I don’t want to go out,” Dani complained. Totally agreeable.
“I agree. My legs are sore, and I’m pregnant. Can we just stay here?”
“I’ll buy you ice cream,” Harry said.
“Let me change!” I yelled and ran out to my flat across the hall. I know they’re laughing; I’m not deaf. I quickly run to my room and change. We’re only going out for ice cream, but I smell like sweat. Plus, my shoes were bothering me. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=80774489
“Love the shoes, Har! Where did you get them?” Louis asked. I laughed at his high-pitch girl voice.
“Lou, you got them for me. Remember?”
“That’s right!” he said and pretended to face palm himself. “They look gorge with that outfit BT dubs.”
We all left to get to the ice cream shop… or not. Harry drove past my favorite ice cream place.
“Harry! You passed it!”
“I know. It’s not good to have dessert before dinner. Calm your tits woman! You’ll get your ice cream soon enough,” he said. I just sat there with my jaw dropped. Did he just tell me to “calm my tits?” Not in my house! But the way he said it – total ROTFL! Except I wasn’t on the floor, I was just laughing really loudly while clutching onto my stomach. “Why are you laughing?”
“You, you said… CALM YOUR TITS! It was funny how you said it though,” I continued to laugh. I looked over and saw him frowning. Poor him.
“Haha, very funny. It wasn’t that funny… was it?”
“Yes, but don’t worry, I won’t tell.” I had finally calmed down as we pulled into the parking lot of Nando’s. Of all the restaurants in the world, they chose Nando’s. I swear I’ve been to this restaurant so many times, that if I ever have to go again, it will be too soon.
Dinner went by fast. I was saving room for ice cream, so I willingly gave Niall the rest of my food. He gladly licked it clean, literally. I probably would have still had room because I am eating for two now, but I was only craving ice cream at the moment.
When we reached the usual ice cream place, I ordered one scoop of my usual, mint and twix, and another scoop of double fudge brownie, my second favorite ice cream flavor ever. It was gone in maybe 3 minutes, which is a record because I am the slowest eater in the world. I usually take 20 minutes just to eat cereal, and by then, it’s all soggy and mushy, yet I still eat it. Ice cream normally takes me about the same time, because of the coldness against my sensitive teeth. Three minutes is officially a new record.
After a long night of talking, we decide to hit the sack. We all head back to the apartment complex. On the way there I fall asleep on Harry’s shoulder. I can’t remember much after that.
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I woke up feeling extremely sweaty and hot. Who turned on the sauna? This is almost as hot as Long Beach, but not that close. I open my eyes to see a very curly person sleeping next to me. His arms are wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly to him. I try to wriggle out of his firm grasp as my body needs to breathe, but I’m no match for his strength. Where’s the damn air horn when you need it?
“Harry…” I poke his face with my free arm. “Harry move it’s hot. HARRY!”
“NO LOUIS, I WILL NOT GET YOU A KOALA!” he yells and sits up quickly. I jump out of bed and stretch my muscles. I laugh at his remark while doing so before crossing the room to my closet. I pull out an outfit for the day and go to take a shower. Harry is now fast asleep again as if he’s a child who tried to stay up on New Year’s Eve but failed miserably.
I quickly take a shower, singing quietly to “Just Give Me a Reason,” one of my newest favorite songs by Pink. I get out, change quickly, and fix my hair. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=80808527
I walk back into the room, and Harry is still sleeping. Gosh, Harry! It’s already noon! I sure hope he didn’t have work today. Speaking of work, Dani and I leave in two weeks. I’ll only be there for a month before I return. They just want me to know the gist of things before I actually start working.
Not wanting to disturb Harry, I sneak out of my flat after leaving him a note saying I just went to get some coffee. I walk down to the nearest Starbucks and order my normal double chocolaty chip. I sit down and decide to go on Twitter. I haven’t been on there in a while meaning Louis made it for me, but I have no idea how it works.
So, I soon figure out that Twitter isn’t as bad as it seems. Lou set it up so that I was following the boys, El, Dani, and Perrie and vice versa. I notice that I have almost a bazillion followers, and it’s mostly because One Direction is following me and the fact that I'm Harry Styles’ girlfriend.
I start to scroll through some of the Tweets directed to me. They’re almost all horrible. Most of them are just people calling me a “slut” or “whore” for being Harry’s girlfriend. Fans are so naïve sometimes. They go in way over their heads when it comes to protecting the boys. I was getting lots of hate from people I didn’t know, but there were the occasional shipping fans that absolutely adored me and Harry’s relationship.
I quickly finished up my drink and headed down the busy streets of London to get back to the flat. I just realized that my stomach was starting to show finally. Good thing my shirt is black, so it makes me look smaller or so I’ve heard. I just need to get back to my flat to see if Harry is finally awake so we can do something.
“I’ve had a wonderful year with all of you. I wish you all luck on your jobs or contracts. If you didn’t get one, don’t give up. There is always next year. I hope to see you all again. Goodbye! Have a great summer!” Mrs. Hadley called out to us as the last bell of school rang. Never would I have expected to get signed in my first year and with one of my best friends.
“To Starbucks!” I said and pointed out at nothing. Starbucks is where the contract people are meeting us. I’m so excited that I put the wrong shoes on this morning I have a purple converse on my left foot and a green one on my right. It doesn’t even match my outfit. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=80614863
-
“Hello, my name is Carla. We are really honored that you chose to sign with us,” the lady introduced herself.
“How could we pass up such an amazing job offer?” I said holding out the amazing. She just laughed.
“Well, let’s get down to business. We are actually having you go to Disneyland in Anaheim. We realized that neither of you spoke French, so that’s why.”
“Even cooler! That’s so close to my hometown! I can’t wait,” I said.
“Great! Sorry about that. Now, I understand that you had a question to ask me.” I looked at Dani, unsure what to say. She turned to the lady and explained my situation.
“Yes, um, well, you see, Harmony here, is, um, pregnant, so we were wondering how that worked out,” Dani said for me.
“Aw… Congratulations! It’s no problem. We would still love for you to work for us. Can we do like a month of you working first just to see how it goes? We just want you to get used to the routine, and then you can have off until the baby is born. We’ll give you a month after, too, so the baby can have one normal month at home.”
“Thanks, and yeah that works. So, where do we sign?”
-
“We’re home!” Dani and I yelled after running into Liam and Niall’s flat. All of the boys decided to hang here when they were done with their miniscule meet and greet.
“So you got the job?” Liam asked.
“Dat’s right bitches,” I said.
“I say we celebrate!” Louis said. “I’ll call El! BRB!”
“But I don’t want to go out,” Dani complained. Totally agreeable.
“I agree. My legs are sore, and I’m pregnant. Can we just stay here?”
“I’ll buy you ice cream,” Harry said.
“Let me change!” I yelled and ran out to my flat across the hall. I know they’re laughing; I’m not deaf. I quickly run to my room and change. We’re only going out for ice cream, but I smell like sweat. Plus, my shoes were bothering me. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=80774489
“Love the shoes, Har! Where did you get them?” Louis asked. I laughed at his high-pitch girl voice.
“Lou, you got them for me. Remember?”
“That’s right!” he said and pretended to face palm himself. “They look gorge with that outfit BT dubs.”
We all left to get to the ice cream shop… or not. Harry drove past my favorite ice cream place.
“Harry! You passed it!”
“I know. It’s not good to have dessert before dinner. Calm your tits woman! You’ll get your ice cream soon enough,” he said. I just sat there with my jaw dropped. Did he just tell me to “calm my tits?” Not in my house! But the way he said it – total ROTFL! Except I wasn’t on the floor, I was just laughing really loudly while clutching onto my stomach. “Why are you laughing?”
“You, you said… CALM YOUR TITS! It was funny how you said it though,” I continued to laugh. I looked over and saw him frowning. Poor him.
“Haha, very funny. It wasn’t that funny… was it?”
“Yes, but don’t worry, I won’t tell.” I had finally calmed down as we pulled into the parking lot of Nando’s. Of all the restaurants in the world, they chose Nando’s. I swear I’ve been to this restaurant so many times, that if I ever have to go again, it will be too soon.
Dinner went by fast. I was saving room for ice cream, so I willingly gave Niall the rest of my food. He gladly licked it clean, literally. I probably would have still had room because I am eating for two now, but I was only craving ice cream at the moment.
When we reached the usual ice cream place, I ordered one scoop of my usual, mint and twix, and another scoop of double fudge brownie, my second favorite ice cream flavor ever. It was gone in maybe 3 minutes, which is a record because I am the slowest eater in the world. I usually take 20 minutes just to eat cereal, and by then, it’s all soggy and mushy, yet I still eat it. Ice cream normally takes me about the same time, because of the coldness against my sensitive teeth. Three minutes is officially a new record.
After a long night of talking, we decide to hit the sack. We all head back to the apartment complex. On the way there I fall asleep on Harry’s shoulder. I can’t remember much after that.
-
I woke up feeling extremely sweaty and hot. Who turned on the sauna? This is almost as hot as Long Beach, but not that close. I open my eyes to see a very curly person sleeping next to me. His arms are wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly to him. I try to wriggle out of his firm grasp as my body needs to breathe, but I’m no match for his strength. Where’s the damn air horn when you need it?
“Harry…” I poke his face with my free arm. “Harry move it’s hot. HARRY!”
“NO LOUIS, I WILL NOT GET YOU A KOALA!” he yells and sits up quickly. I jump out of bed and stretch my muscles. I laugh at his remark while doing so before crossing the room to my closet. I pull out an outfit for the day and go to take a shower. Harry is now fast asleep again as if he’s a child who tried to stay up on New Year’s Eve but failed miserably.
I quickly take a shower, singing quietly to “Just Give Me a Reason,” one of my newest favorite songs by Pink. I get out, change quickly, and fix my hair. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=80808527
I walk back into the room, and Harry is still sleeping. Gosh, Harry! It’s already noon! I sure hope he didn’t have work today. Speaking of work, Dani and I leave in two weeks. I’ll only be there for a month before I return. They just want me to know the gist of things before I actually start working.
Not wanting to disturb Harry, I sneak out of my flat after leaving him a note saying I just went to get some coffee. I walk down to the nearest Starbucks and order my normal double chocolaty chip. I sit down and decide to go on Twitter. I haven’t been on there in a while meaning Louis made it for me, but I have no idea how it works.
So, I soon figure out that Twitter isn’t as bad as it seems. Lou set it up so that I was following the boys, El, Dani, and Perrie and vice versa. I notice that I have almost a bazillion followers, and it’s mostly because One Direction is following me and the fact that I'm Harry Styles’ girlfriend.
I start to scroll through some of the Tweets directed to me. They’re almost all horrible. Most of them are just people calling me a “slut” or “whore” for being Harry’s girlfriend. Fans are so naïve sometimes. They go in way over their heads when it comes to protecting the boys. I was getting lots of hate from people I didn’t know, but there were the occasional shipping fans that absolutely adored me and Harry’s relationship.
I quickly finished up my drink and headed down the busy streets of London to get back to the flat. I just realized that my stomach was starting to show finally. Good thing my shirt is black, so it makes me look smaller or so I’ve heard. I just need to get back to my flat to see if Harry is finally awake so we can do something.
8/10/13