Running After You

Niall and I had to share the guest room. Unfortunately, there was only one bed, and a blow-up mattress that took up the whole floor.
Niall had insisted I take the bed. I argued for a while, knowing that it was useless. In the end, he was the victor; yet he was sleeping on the ground.

It was probably half eleven and the house was eerily silent. You could hear a pin drop. I was getting restless, I had to pee and I was terribly thirsty. Horrible combination, right?
I was careful not to wake Niall as I got up out of the bed, sneaking past him, and out the door.

I decided it was best if I went to the bathroom before I got a drink.
After I did my business, I made my way downstairs, and into the kitchen. I tried counting the cabinets and seeing which held the cups in it, but after a while, I just opened all of them.

"Hey," I heard when I put the cup full of water down. I had sat down at the small bar. I turned in one of the spin chairs, and saw Harry.

"Hello," I said, taking another sip. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Harry shook his head, pulling his curly hair to the right side of his head.

"Are you hungry, Rosa? I could make you some food," he offered. "I usually have a midnight snack, though it isn't midnight quite yet, is it?" He turned to look at the clock on the microwave, then shrugged.
"Do you fancy some eggs?"

"Um, sure, if you don't mind."

"Not at all, I love cooking," Harry said and opened the refrigerator.

"Do you?" I said and took a sip. I saw him nod as he put down the eggs on the shelf in front of him and searched for a pan in a drawer. "That's great. Would you consider it for a living?"

"Actually, at the moment, I'm working at a bakery," he said, and turned on the stove, putting the pan on it. "But I plan to become a lawyer, actually. 'S been a dream since I was young." He looked back at me. "Would you like ham in it?"

"No thank you, Harry," I said. "That's great! You've really got your life planner out, yeah?"

"Yeah, I suppose so," he said and cracking an egg open. "What do you wanna do?"

"I don't plan on going to a university or anything," I said, "but I'd like to travel around the world. I've gone some places already. Italy, France, Australia, those kinda places."

"Yeah, why? Cultural things, maybe?"

"I love cultures, actually. French culture is one of the best I've ever seen. Beautiful architecture, art. Italy, too."

"I bet," he said, smiling back at me. "I've been to America, have you? They're really cool there, especially places like California or Washington D.C."

"I plan on visiting someday, maybe in my mid-twenties. Niall said he might go there, if he has to, so maybe soon." Harry nodded and added salt and pepper.

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