Uploaded on Feb 1, 2011
I woke up in the morning to my morning text message. I didn't want read it. I didn't want to see what it said just in case I started crying again, but I did anyway.
4 days to go, the countdown is nearly over: D- Harry x
That confused me, but it also made me angry. How dare he ignore me and then act like nothing had happened. I texted him back saying
Wtf u can't ignore me 1 min and be all nice the next! - Stacey
Then he called me
Harry: what's wrong?
Me: you completely blanked me last night!
Harry: you didn't even speak to me last night
Me: I sent you 6 tweets on your twitcam
Harry: do you realise how many tweets I get? I can't even read half of them because they go off the screen where the other ones come through
Me: oh, I didn't realise, sorry
Harry: it's fine; you are still coming on Wednesday though right?
Me: of course!
Harry: good, I have to go to the recording studio now
Me: ok, bye
When it came to Wednesday I was even more excited than the last time I went. The difference this time was that I wasn't nervous. I had met all of one direction before now so I had nothing to be nervous about. I had been waiting for Wednesday for what seemed like ages and as I got ready and headed out it felt almost surreal that it was finally time to see Harry, for a second time.
Our arrangements for me to travel there were the same as last time. I met the taxi driver and this time I felt more comfortable talking to him. I arrived at the house and rang the bell (I got it right that time).
Harry answered the door with his cheeky smile that I liked more and more every time I saw it. He really was perfect. I said "hey" and he said "Stacey! Your here!" .It was so cute how glad he was to see me. It made me feel all warm and happy inside. He gave me a big hug and for the first time I realised that he smelled really nice. That was another thing to add to the list of his perfect qualities.
I followed him into the house and we went and sat in the kitchen. He sat opposite me and looked straight in to my eyes. The way he was looking at me made me look down and blush. "So" he said, I replied with "so what?". Harry said "how's life?" and I just giggled. He responded with "what's so funny about that" and I said "I don't know, I didn't know what to say". That made him laugh too and the silence between us was over.
Once we stopped laughing he asked me about random things like my favourite colour, pink because I'm really girly like that, where I went to school, Altwood, and where I lived. I asked him the same questions and the answers I got were blue, I don't go to school anymore and you're at my house why are you asking me where I live. That last answer set off the laughs again as I realised that once again I was making an idiot of myself. I supposed that I was always an idiot anyway so there was nothing new there, but for some reason I didn't want Harry to know how stupid I was. At least I had an excuse, I was blonde. Well, sort of blonde. It was more of a browny-blonde colour.
He asked more questions and so did I. Then he said something that really threw me off. "Your eyes are beautiful". I was amazed. Why did he keep saying these things that shocked me so much? I did have to admit to myself that I loved the way he put me so off balance. I never knew what to expect. I said "thanks" awkwardly and felt the familiar feeling as my cheeks blushed in a deep red colour. "Don't be embarrassed" he said, but how could I not be I said "that's easier said than done" and my cheeks went even redder.
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