I'm Okay.
Chapter Nine.
Eloise's POV
It had been a long, but exciting day. Watching Zoe and Alfie's relationship blossom was so heartwarming, even if I felt slightly sick watching it. I just loved it here so fricken much even if I had only been two days, because they were the best two days of my life at the point. Even if it meant I had to hang out with Joe more. I'm totally joking, I love Joe!
The next day I woke up at 6am, but I was starving and I knew that the breakfast restaurant opens at 6, so I quickly had a wash and got dressed, before quietly leaving Joe to sleep, because yes, it looked like he'd become my new roommate. I was staring down at my feet while I scampered down the stairs, so I accidentally bumped into a tall figure. I looked up to see who it was and there, Harry stood. With his pretty green eyes and gorgeous hair flopping over him. What was it with me and bumping into band members of One Direction?
"Sorry," he smiled down at me. I hadn't realised how much taller he was than me, I could only imagine how tall he'd look next to Zoe. Although Harry was smaller than Alfie and that was a thing so, I guess it doesn't matter. "Where are you going?" he asked, I wondered why he wanted to know but then I realised I didn't really care. His lock over me kind of made me feel protected, and that I trusted him.
"Just for breakfast." I smiled in reply.
"On your own?" he narrowed his eyes.
"Well, yeah. I'm hungry, my belly doesn't wait for anybody." I joked and he laughed a warm, soothing, hearty laugh that made me want to cuddle him. I don't know why, but everything about him was intriguing.
"Mind if I join?" he grinned sheepishly.
"Okay," I said, because it was okay. I was okay with being with him right there and then, because I felt safe, and I wanted to find out more about it him and why he was able to control me with the power of his eyes. "You coming?" I said as I skipped down the stairs and he nodded contently.
We sat down and I ordered a full English, even though we were in America, I felt it was okay. Harry had the same.
"Are you sure you want to be seen with me?" I asked, uncertain.
"Because you're famous and gorgeous and I'm lonely and eat like a pig?" I answered quickly, Harry burst into that same, hearty laugh and I smiled.
"I'm gorgeous, am I?" he winked.
"Did I say gorgeous?"
"You did indeed."
"Doesn't sound like something I'd say." I joked and we laughed together. It felt like we'd been friends for ages, as if we'd always gotten along so well. It was strange, and that weird feeling crept back up on me again. It was all too familiar. "So what's it like being famous?"
"Overrated, but I can't complain. I love my job. What's it like being you? Do you have a job?"
"Actually my life's just average. I don't have a job, I've just finished my degree and came out here to get a few months holiday before I have to go back and face the disgusting element of getting a job." I explained.
"Fair enough," he nodded. "So what did you get a degree in?"
"Ironically enough, music." I let a small giggle escape my lips.
"Thats wicked." He said.
"Well, it's a passion."
"For me too." We stared at each for a minute, but it wasn't awkward, it was nice. I liked his company. I liked how he made me giggle like a 10 year old, and that he brought out the jokey side in me. I liked his cute little dimples that appeared when he smiled, I liked his pink-puckered lips that seemed irresistible. I just liked him for everything he was; real. My phone rang. Joe.
"Excuse me," I said to Harry before picking up the phone. Harry gestured with his hands that it was fine, and I answered. "Yeah, Joe....I'm just downstairs in the rest-well where did you think I'd gone?" I rolled my eyes. "Fine, I'm coming back." I hung up the phone and looked sympathetically towards Harry.
"It's okay, go." he said, before I could even apologise. "Could I get your number first though?"
"Sure." I smiled, because why not? I was single, I was young. I have him my number and he asked for my full name. "Eloise Louise Reyes."
"Perfect." he said, before kissing each of my cheeks and leaving, before I had a chance to go. I had Harry Styles' number. What the damn hell?
It had been a long, but exciting day. Watching Zoe and Alfie's relationship blossom was so heartwarming, even if I felt slightly sick watching it. I just loved it here so fricken much even if I had only been two days, because they were the best two days of my life at the point. Even if it meant I had to hang out with Joe more. I'm totally joking, I love Joe!
The next day I woke up at 6am, but I was starving and I knew that the breakfast restaurant opens at 6, so I quickly had a wash and got dressed, before quietly leaving Joe to sleep, because yes, it looked like he'd become my new roommate. I was staring down at my feet while I scampered down the stairs, so I accidentally bumped into a tall figure. I looked up to see who it was and there, Harry stood. With his pretty green eyes and gorgeous hair flopping over him. What was it with me and bumping into band members of One Direction?
"Sorry," he smiled down at me. I hadn't realised how much taller he was than me, I could only imagine how tall he'd look next to Zoe. Although Harry was smaller than Alfie and that was a thing so, I guess it doesn't matter. "Where are you going?" he asked, I wondered why he wanted to know but then I realised I didn't really care. His lock over me kind of made me feel protected, and that I trusted him.
"Just for breakfast." I smiled in reply.
"On your own?" he narrowed his eyes.
"Well, yeah. I'm hungry, my belly doesn't wait for anybody." I joked and he laughed a warm, soothing, hearty laugh that made me want to cuddle him. I don't know why, but everything about him was intriguing.
"Mind if I join?" he grinned sheepishly.
"Okay," I said, because it was okay. I was okay with being with him right there and then, because I felt safe, and I wanted to find out more about it him and why he was able to control me with the power of his eyes. "You coming?" I said as I skipped down the stairs and he nodded contently.
We sat down and I ordered a full English, even though we were in America, I felt it was okay. Harry had the same.
"Are you sure you want to be seen with me?" I asked, uncertain.
"Because you're famous and gorgeous and I'm lonely and eat like a pig?" I answered quickly, Harry burst into that same, hearty laugh and I smiled.
"I'm gorgeous, am I?" he winked.
"Did I say gorgeous?"
"You did indeed."
"Doesn't sound like something I'd say." I joked and we laughed together. It felt like we'd been friends for ages, as if we'd always gotten along so well. It was strange, and that weird feeling crept back up on me again. It was all too familiar. "So what's it like being famous?"
"Overrated, but I can't complain. I love my job. What's it like being you? Do you have a job?"
"Actually my life's just average. I don't have a job, I've just finished my degree and came out here to get a few months holiday before I have to go back and face the disgusting element of getting a job." I explained.
"Fair enough," he nodded. "So what did you get a degree in?"
"Ironically enough, music." I let a small giggle escape my lips.
"Thats wicked." He said.
"Well, it's a passion."
"For me too." We stared at each for a minute, but it wasn't awkward, it was nice. I liked his company. I liked how he made me giggle like a 10 year old, and that he brought out the jokey side in me. I liked his cute little dimples that appeared when he smiled, I liked his pink-puckered lips that seemed irresistible. I just liked him for everything he was; real. My phone rang. Joe.
"Excuse me," I said to Harry before picking up the phone. Harry gestured with his hands that it was fine, and I answered. "Yeah, Joe....I'm just downstairs in the rest-well where did you think I'd gone?" I rolled my eyes. "Fine, I'm coming back." I hung up the phone and looked sympathetically towards Harry.
"It's okay, go." he said, before I could even apologise. "Could I get your number first though?"
"Sure." I smiled, because why not? I was single, I was young. I have him my number and he asked for my full name. "Eloise Louise Reyes."
"Perfect." he said, before kissing each of my cheeks and leaving, before I had a chance to go. I had Harry Styles' number. What the damn hell?
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11/25/14