Louis fell asleep on me. He just looks like a little kitten but I know if I told him that he would throw a tantrum about how he is not a kitten but a predator. I couldn’t fall asleep. Not that I wasn’t tired but I was just thinking and looking at clock every five minutes. It’s 9:30 and Liam texted me that the management called him and that now it’s my duty to wake up Louis.
“Louis.” I say shaking him to wake up but nothing happened. Maybe I need to be more loud.
“Louis wake up!” Shaking him more and now he is waking up.
“Hmm?” He hummed as a sign that he is awake and listening.
“It’s 9:35 we need to get ready. Liam got a call from management.” I softly say to him.
“What do they want now?” He asks getting more angry hoping that not at me.
“That we need to get ready, some paparazzi will be here too.” I say in a sad tone.
“You are kidding, right?” Sorry Louis but I'm not. It makes me sad that the management control our lives more and more. I mean all I wanted for birthday was to be with my family and friends.
“No. We need to get ready so Liam doesn’t drag us.” I threaten him with Liam. Trust me when Liam is angry it feels like disappointed dad.
"Alright let's get ready." He says as he getting up from bed as me. As I'm walking to bathroom to brush my teeth again he calls me. "Harry?" He says my name and I turn around.
"Yes?" I'm curious.
"Happy Birthday." He says as he hugs me. I return it and I can feel his face in my neck.
"Thank you Louis." I say hoping he heard me. I'm glad that my friends can be even when my family couldn't.
"It's alright now let's go get ready I don't need Liam to act like a dad." He says laughing. He doesn't even know that he helped me right now so much.
"Alright I'm going to brush my teeth then get dressed." I say walking away. I'm nervous yes but at the same time I say to myself that it's just another party.
The party already started but I'm still in my room nervously pacing cause there is so much people. Yes I'm nervous and it's not like concert, this is different. I want to go there but at the same time no. That doesn't make any sense. I need Zayn, I need him to get me out of here. It doesn't take more than two minutes to Zayn to get here.
"Harry mate you alright?" He asks.
"I-I." I start breathing rapidly, I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. I'm having an anxiety attack, I don't want to. I need to stop it.
"Harry, Harry look at me. Take a deep breaths. Okay? Copy me." He says. Okay deep breaths. "C'mon Harry inhale, hold, exhale." Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
"I'm okay, I'm okay now. Thank you." I say. I'm more calm. God this was so embarrassing, I'm being weak. I hate being weak.
"It's okay. Do you want to talk about it?" He asks. What did I do to deserve such a friend.
"I-I no, I'm sorry I just-" I start but he cuts me off.
"It's okay mate. Let's get going." He says as he motions me to follow him. I'm so glad Zayn came. I don't know what would I do without him.
We get to the party and everyone was looking at me and singing for my birthday. I'm glad I didn't have their attention for long. I shook everyone's hand and thanked them for coming. Sometimes I meant it, sometimes no. Now I'm standing and talking with boys.