Somewhere, Someday

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Song for the chapter: Video Games by Lana Del Rey

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"It's you, it's you, it's all for you, everything I do. I tell you all the time, heaven is the place on earth with you. Tell me all the things you want to do. I heard that you like the bad girls honey, is that true? It's better than I ever knew, they say that the world was built for two. Only worth living if somebody is loving you, baby now you do."

I got back late last night, completely exhausted from the wedding. We had danced the rest of the night, just being carefree and having a ton of fun. I didn't get to talk with Harry again last night after our slow dance, but that's okay because I probably would've screwed something up between us if I did have the time.

It was Sunday morning, and I didn't want to leave my bed at all. My feet were totally incased in pain, blisters all over from my heels. I probably could've taken them off when I started dancing, but I didn't want to seem weird.

Clair was still at Louis', probably still asleep. I mean I was no better, considering I was still snuggled beneath my blanket, with no plans of getting up any time soon. I did have some homework to finish, but it wasn't too much and I knew I could get it done later.

Last night was one of the best nights I've had in awhile. Harry and I didn't fight, but instead we came closer together. Niall and I didn't really talk after our little debate from last night, but I stood my ground, believing that everything I said was right.

My legs ache in bed, being sore from last nights dancing. This was probably a hint to my body that I should work out more. I never work my body in a strenuous manner, but I'm pretty sure last night I burnt over 500 calories. I should probably just start dancing as my daily exercise.

My phone vibrates on the side table, bringing me out of my comfy relaxation. Who would text me at this time, Clair was probably still asleep at Louis' apartment and since she's the only person that texts me nowadays, I doubt it's her.

Harry's name appears on the screen, catching my attention immediately. I wonder what he wanted this early, usually he liked to sleep until noon. I click on the notification, instantly opening his message up.

Harry: Want to get some breakfast this morning? We didn't really have anytime to talk at the wedding yesterday after our dance.

I smile at Harry's offer, my mind immediately telling me to go, but my body saying no. I could barely move from my spot, making me regret all the dancing at this exact moment and time. Then I had a brilliant idea, getting out of leaving my room at all.

Sarah: I can't move my legs at all. Maybe you could bring the food here?

I smile at my good ideas and ways of staying lazy. Clair would probably be back in a couple of hours, meaning Harry and I would have to hurry up with this talk. I'm just hoping something stupid won't slip out of my mouth. My phone buzzes, alerting me that Harry had responded.

Harry: Fine I'll bring it there, my princess.

Not only was I feeling content about Harry coming over, but also getting my food in bed. The way he called me princess also lit another fire in my heart, but everything he says could make my knees weak.

I think about maybe cleaning the room a bit before he gets here, but then again he's seen the room when it was a complete catastrophe so it wasn't a big deal. The only con about this plan was that I'd need to answer the door.