Give Me Love

A buzz on the door woke me from my midday slumber; as usual I’d fallen asleep in front of the TV watching Deal or No Deal with my cat, Simba. I groggily dragged myself off of the sofa and pressed the power button on the side of my TV before walking over to the front door of my flat. I looked at the video identifier on the wall next to the door. It’s a new thing the council are bringing in. Instead of having a phone buzzer to let people in you can see who it is through the CCTV camera outside. As I started watching the live camera feed I recognised my friend Harry standing outside my door, staring into the camera with a goofy smile on his face. I chuckled to myself and buzzed him in, and opened the door slightly for him waltz in like he does on a regular basis. I walked into my small kitchen and put the kettle on, right on cue Harry burst through the door and shouted ‘Cuppa tea!’ as he always does when he comes over.

“Kettle’s on, love.” I replied as I walked in to my lounge finding him in my seat next to a purring Simba. I shoved Harry over so that I could sit down and put my feet up on my coffee table.

“Ta, babes,” He smiled, picking up Simba and him on his lap. “What you doing today?”

“Having a cup of tea with you.” I replied sleepily, Harry gave me a weird look and rested his arm across the back of the sofa,

“Is that it?” I nodded in reply, “Right, go and get some proper clothes on, we’ll have a cuppa then I’m taking you to rehearsals.” He smiled at his genius plan. I sighed, annoyed.

“I always go to rehearsals with you; you just do the same songs over and over again.” I moaned and stood up, dragging my feet to the entrance of my bedroom, I knew that I was going to go with him even though watching him and the rest of One Direction rehearse was getting boring I still enjoyed going with him because it was nice to see the other boys and catch up.

“Yeah, but we’re rehearsing on a stage today.”

“Wow, a sound check? Never been to five of those with you before.” I smiled sarcastically as I started pushing open the door slowly,

“Don’t get funny with me Missy, I’m older than you! Now, you know the drill. Go to Narnia and get some decent clothes on, you look like shit.” He shoved me through the door and started pulling some clothes out of my open and overflowing wardrobe that he had nicknamed Narnia because there’s so much in it. It’s not because I’m swimming in money or anything I just don’t like throwing clothes away, I always feel like I might want to wear it again in a few years. I laughed at his determination to get even a hand into the wardrobe without everything falling down on him. This happened every Friday afternoon and it never failed to make me chuckle.
“Oooh, this looks nice.” He pulled out a black dress with skin coloured sleeves and a low neck line and threw it at me. I rolled my eyes and thought to myself ‘I haven’t worn this dress in years’ proving myself right when I decided I would keep all of my clothes just in case. I shook my head slightly and started to undress, I know this probably sounds weird, but it really isn’t. Harry and I have known each other since year 7, so there’s not really many parts of each other left that either of us haven’t seen. I slid the dress over my head and shuffled it down to a suitable length,

“Why do I have to dress nicely if you’re just rehearsing?” I queried,

“Because we’re doing a guest appearance on Xfactor tonight and we’ll be staying there until it’s finished.” He replied, his head still buried deep in my wardrobe, “By the way, I’ve got you a free ticket and VIP pass so don’t worry about money.” He emerged from the closet clutching a pair of black patent heels, another addition to my wardrobe that hasn’t seen sunlight in a good few years. “You really need to clear out your wardrobe; it was easier to breathe in there last year.” He laughed it off and managed to squeeze the wardrobe door shut then joined me on my double bed. He handed me my shoes and fixed his scruffy hair. I slid them on and staggered over to my make-up desk.

“What colour eye-shadow?” I asked simply, pulling random items of make up out of the massive bag I kept it all in,

“Don’t wear any, just put some mascara on.” He came over to steal the mirror from me, playing with his hair again. I pulled out my liquid foundation only to have it snatched away from me again, “You don’t really need this either.” He teased putting it in his back pocket,

“Give it back; I’ve got a massive spot coming on my forehead!” I yelled and snatched it back applying it quickly just in case he did it again.

“Don’t make me sing to you.” He half threatened, whenever I moan about how I look he sings ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ in a very annoying voice which is impossible to describe. I rolled my eyes,
“At least keep it quiet.” I finished applying blusher to my cheeks and finished with mascara, I’ll add lip gloss in the car. I stood back up and pushed my makeup bag to the back of my desk. As I turned around I came face to face with a frowning Harry. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow whilst cocking his head to the side. “What?” I asked, putting my hands on my hips,

“When will you realise that I’m telling you the truth?” He softened his voice,

“Seeing is believing, Haz” I smiled and walked back into the kitchen and poured us both a cup of tea, leaving him in my room. I’d just finished putting the milk back into the fridge and went to turn back around to finish the teas only to be stopped by a mirror being pushed into my face. “What the--?” I yelled,

“You’re seeing, now believe it!” Harry yelled back, I pushed the mirror he was holding away from my face and walked back to the mugs of tea.

“Just pack it in; you’re starting to annoy me now.” I stirred the teas slowly, feeling sluggish from the nap I’d been woken up from, I felt Harry’s arms around my waist as he leant his head on my shoulder from behind,

“Stop annoying me then.” He purred into my ear, I turned around and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, enjoying the closeness of our friendship.

“Stop being a poo head.” I whispered into his shoulder. We stayed like that for a moment until Harry noticed the time.

“Bugger, we’d better get going.” He pulled away and looked at his watch, looking at me apologetically,

“It’s okay; I’ll put the teas into the costa takeaway cups.” I turned and pulled the carry cups out of my cabinet,

“I’m just gonna use the loo then we can head off.” He informed me before jogging to my bathroom. I grabbed a handbag and shoved my phone, iPod and cigarettes into it before grabbing a lighter off of the kitchen cabinet. Feeling bored already I checked the time on my phone. 4pm, great, I can get an early start with my drinking habits while I’m stuck backstage. I sighed and heard the toilet flush, putting on a fake smile as Harry exited my bathroom. “Ready?” He asked sauntering over to the sofa to pick up his jacket.

“Yep.” I replied, grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder. He held out an arm for me to hold on to so I wouldn’t fall over and ushered me out of the door. I thought to myself ‘thank god I live on the ground floor; I would have never made it down those stairs in these shoes’ and smiled stupidly as my brain commentated my actions. We got to the car park of my block of flats and found a taxi waiting there for us, “When did you call them?” I asked, opening the car door,

“Just before I buzzed you, I knew you’d only take about half an hour with me dressing you” He smiled and slid in beside me in the backseat. He gave the driver the address of the venue he was rehearsing in and we were on our way.