I'm Okay.

It was the next day and I woke up at 5am again. Joe was still sound asleep and I wasn't going to wake him because if he was able to get used to the time difference, why should I stop him? I grabbed my phone and found a text from an unknown number. Huh? I opened it and it read:

Hey, it's Jacob. Just thought I'd check how your flight went. X


Jacob? Why would he be texting me on someone else number? I replied anyway.

Hey, everything's fine. Thanks x

I checked my Facebook, which I didn't do very often. So I had about 38 notifications and about 12 of them being people's birthdays that I'd forgotten about. Oops. There wasn't really anything interested on there, so I checked my Twitter. I had a little noticification, tweetification, whatever the fuck you call it and clicked to see what it was.

@Harry_Styles started following you.

What the fuck. I was so convinced I was dreaming, that I pinched myself...a bit too hard. "Ow!" I squealed, waking Joe up. "I'm so sorry Joe, go back to sleep."
"Nah, it's fine. I was nearly awake anyway. What's up?"
"Harry followed me on Twitter!" I beamed, excitedly.
"Oh my god, wow," he sat up, shocked but grinning. "Wait, why did that make you scream 'ow'?" he asked, it was a fair question.
"Because I thought I was dreaming," I stopped, hoping he would understand. But he didn't. "SO I PINCHED MYSELF!" I shouted, because I could not contain my excitement for any longer.
"Sh, Ell." but he was laughing.

"How are the love birds doing this morning?" I asked at the breakfast table, giggling at my own jokey comment. They looked knackered.
"Great." Alfie winked to Joe. That was definitely guy code for 'we totally had sex and it was amazing'. Zoe hadn't noticed though, she was just smiling happily and leaning on Alfie's shoulder.
"I need the toilet, be right back."I mentioned, while wiping my mouth with a napkin and slipping out of my chair. I headed towards the restroom in the restaurant, and bumped into someone.
"Sorry." I said, not looking up.
"Okay." I recognised their voice and looked up. It was Zayn.
"Zayn?" I asked, his eyes still burnt me.
"Eloise, right?" He asked, sternly.
"Er, yeah..." I was a little scared, but it was a pop star loved by billions, I'm sure he was lovely. Just not to me.
"Why are you so wincy?" he laughed and I saw the slightest hint of elegance in him, like a little boy.
"You're a little intimidating." I admitted. He looked hurt.
"I'm sorry." he went back to acting sternly.
"That's okay," because I didn't want to be the reason he was acting in such a way. I had to ask. "Have I done something wrong? It just always seems like I make you so, so...serious."
"No." he said sharply.
"Okay," I said, but I wasn't convinced. "Nice talking to you then."
"Yeah." Zayn and his scowling eyes left and I was confused. Nevertheless, I needed a wee, so I went.

We decided to walk around the town that day, exploring all the vintage shops.

Notes

Short chapter because my tablet was about to die. Sorry! N- x