Wildest Dreams ~~~ H.S

17.

I'm glad Greta finally came around. But I don't think I can fully trust her yet. She just changed out of nowhere, so I will have to get used to it.

I continue to walk down the hall to get to the elevator. I press the lobby button and wait for the gold doors to close. I never realized how nice this was, and one time I couldn't even see at all because it was broken. It had gold doors and black lining making beautiful patterns throughout the whole elevator. I can see my reflection in the shiny plaster of gold. 

When I make it to the lobby, I exit the small machine and crutch my way towards the entrance of the hotel to leave. I flinch when I see Harry walk past me and I turn around. "Harry?"

He stops in his tracks, like he was surprised that I was behind him. He already knew that it was me from my familiar voice. "Andrea!" He jumps right to me and gives a large hug.

"Woah, calm down there buddy, I got crutches. But why are you here? Shouldn't you be filming?" He runs his fingers through his hair carefully looking out the long glass windows that go along the whole front side of the hotel.

"Well," He pauses for a few seconds trying to think of what he should say. He's not supposed to be here, is he? "That doesn't matter. I came to check on you. The past two weeks were the slowest weeks of my life. How's your leg doing?"

I roll my eyes and walk back to the elevator. "It's better. Still hurts, of course, but not as bad as before. I didn't even know it was physically possible for the bottom of a heel to fracture a bone."

"Yeah me neither, but why are you going back to the elevator?" Harry walks beside me as I slowly get farther from the exit.

"Because you can't keep coming to me in the public! We need to be professional, which we clearly aren't, so we might as well try to make it seem like we are." I snap at him, trying to be as quiet as possible. We don't need to cause a scene after everything that has happened recently.

"What do you mean?" He presses the up button for me.

"We can't meet up in public. We know that we're meeting as just friends, but nobody else will understand that. So we will just stay here instead. I was going to go out to see my boyfriend, but that can wait. He probably wasn't available anyway, so it doesn't matter." Harry places his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sure he would've been very happy to see you, expected or not. But I can leave if you want to see him. I don't mind." He smiles kindly, but I can tell that he would rather I stay with him.

"I would rather spend time with you. Plus, I have no idea what I was thinking."

"What? Why wouldn't you want to hang out with your boyfriend?" Harry is confused, probably wondering if we got in a fight or something.

"I forgot that I'm in New York. I kinda realized that I would have to book a flight to see him." We both laugh and file into the elevator.

"I didn't think about that either. But maybe you could surprise him! If you can even ride a plan with your condition."

"Probably not. Maybe I could surprise him for Thanksgiving or something." Harry's face lights up as the elevator goes up.

"See! That's a good idea!" We make it to my floor and we quickly run out of the elevator. 

Before Harry walks into the hallway, I stop him. "Wait here," I peek my head out of the small room where the elevators are. I look both ways to make sure nobody will see us. "Coast is clear." I give the key to Harry and crutch as fast as I can to my room. He rushes past me to unlock the door and holds it open for me.

"I know it's kind of a mess right now, I didn't know you would be coming." I shove all of my dirty clothes into my suitcase and sit on the neat bed. I normally don't make my bed, but I don't want to the cleaning service to think I'm messy. So I normally decide to organize the sheets and fix the pillows. I know it doesn't look perfect, but I tried.

"It's okay." I feel better, but my happiness fades. He's probably going to get in trouble for coming here instead of filming. I don't even want to know what John will do to him.

Harry catches on and can see that I'm worried just by looking at my dark eyes. I always hated my eyes. They are so dark and aren't pretty like everyone else. They are like endless pits of sorrow that are the color of opaque black dirt. Kelsey's eyes are an ice blue, and I am so jealous about it. She always rubs it in as a joke, but I really wish my eyes weren't so ugly. Light brown eyes are so pretty and shine in the sun, but mine don't. The dark eyes look pretty on everyone else, but it doesn't on me. With my brown hair, it just seems so plain.

Why couldn't I just be blonde with blue eyes like everyone else is?

"I can tell you are thinking about John. He said I could have today off, so it's fine. Don't worry about it, okay?" I snap back to reality.

"Yeah, yeah, okay." I hit him lightly on the shoulder and he laughs.

"It's been so long since we hung out," He shifts towards me so he can pull me in for a hug. "I missed you."

Harry and I had only known each other for just a little over a month, but it seemed like he was as close to me as Kelsey. It's the same thing with Diana, she's practically my sister at this point. Now that I think about it, I haven't seen her in a while either. "I missed you too," Maybe I could have Diana come over too, and we could all hang out. "Did John let Diana have a break too?"

Harry takes a second to think, until he makes up his mind. "I think so, why? Do you not want to spend quality time with me?" He says jokingly, making a pouty face.

"I have no idea how you managed to land one of the lead roles. What was John thinking, agreeing to this!?" Harry tries to look offended, but his laugh ruins his chances of being mad at all.

"That's mean!" He tries to chase me as I crutch off of the bed to hide in the bathroom.

"I'm just stating facts!"

"Oh shut up! We all know I'm the best actor ever." He runs his fingers through his hair and makes kissy lips. He looks just like Zayn in that pose. And no, I'm not a solo harry, I'm a directioner. But I won't get into that because Harry is trying to open the locked bathroom door.

"Liar liar pants on fire!" I scream, keeping a strong hold against the door so he can't get in.

"Says the one who is acting like a child," I roll my eyes. "I know you just rolled your eyes, sassy pants!"

My jaw drops. It's crazy how well he knows me already. "Well I bet you have tattoos right now!" I just realized how stupid that was, but it was the first thing I could think of, and it's too late now.

"Well obviously! I can't just make them disappear with the snap of a finger!"

"Blah, blah, blah. Whatever!" I cross my arms, forgetting that I was supposed to be pushing on the door. Oh shoot! The door opens and a surprised Harry falls through it and onto the floor. I burst into laughter and he groans.

"You could at least help me up," I point to me cast, and he stands up himself. "I forgot."

"How did you forget the reason why you are here? You might have short term memory loss. Come with me kid, I'm taking you to the doctors."

"Heyy!"

Author's note:

hey luvs! i missed handrea so it's backkkkkk. but i am so ready for andrea to be better cause honestly, if greta is better, her leg should be better too. but that's not how things work sadly and this is meant to be realistic. also you guys now have a bit more description of andrea. i didn't want it to be specific so you guys can picture how she looks yourself. see you later luvs ❤️