After a long day of work and explaining what happened between Harry and I yesterday to Brandy and Niall, I sit on the couch, utterly exhausted. It has to be around eight by now but I don't bother to check the clock. After all, what's the point since luckily, I have no work tomorrow.

I reach for the remote and choose some random sitcom that I don't really bother paying to much attention too. For most of the time I end up snoozing for a few minutes at a time and then waking up because the laws of gravity made me fall. Basically, like those videos of small kids who are tragically sleeping while eating and their head keeps falling down.

Okay, enough is enough. I might as well just find at least some comfort in this old rag couch. It sucks that I have to wake up so damn early for work so I usually take advantage of being at home.

Several minutes later I am in deep sleep. Dreaming of a certain someone with deep green eyes and curly locks.

// 

"What!" I yell when my head hits the ground. I groan and rub it to ease some of the pain. My fingers drag on the spot above my eyebrow and my eyebrows furrow in the wince.

Damn you gravity. But also thanks for, ya know, keeping me on the ground.

"Time," I say to myself and try looking at the clock but due to not having my ever so needed glasses at the moment, I am not able to tell what it is. I look for my phone and move some stuff off of the coffee table in order to find it. In victory I do get it and check the time.

10:36 p.m. 

"Ugh," I groan and stuff my face back into my pillow and try going back to sleep. I try for endless minutes but I am unable to and end up walking into the kitchen for a ten o'clock snack.

This usually consists of a tall glass of milk and chocolate chip cookies. I open my fridge but I am met with practically nothing. The emptiness of the fridge makes me remember the emptiness of my stomach (yes my stomach and not my soul because I'm not that fucking deep) and I groan for the millionth time today and when I look for cookies I am all out too. Why have I not even gone shopping? Oh that's right, shoppimg for food sucks, well actually only for the sweet food it is okay. Sometimes.

Either way, knowing me, there is probably no way I will fall asleep without my snack so without a second to spare, I jog into my bedroom and throw on a quick shirt, wool sweater, and jeans. I don't really like going out so late but this is a time of emergency.

I run out to the sidewalk and saunter off to the nearest liquor store. Sure there are other more popular places to buy milk but why do that when it is more expensive and besides, they have delicious candy in the liquor stores too so I am sold. 

Arriving at the liquor store, I enter and I am met with the usual bum off the street but have no comment. I feel sorry for these people who don't have homes but if they chose to use the money they get on alcohol and drugs instead of things that will actually benefit them, so be it. 

I dazily look for the fridge section and find the milk. I nod to myself when I get it and then move off to another aisle to look for chocolate chip cookies. I find a knock off brand of some more popular cookies but decide to buy it anyway.

I begin walking to the checkout but some candy catches my eye. I quickly grab the packet of Sour Patch Kids off of the rack and dump it in my arms.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I just got... five more bags. And so I do, piling them up in my arms. I mean, they are the absolute best candy in the fucking world so why not. A twenty two year old can still enjoy some candy.

As I am about to exit, I catch sight off a full curly head of hair talking to someone off to the side in hushed tones. I should really begin wearing my freaking glasses more so that I can see things better but, what can I say? I squint and barely enough, I am able to tell who the person is.

Harry!

What is he doing here? In the middle of the night? And not to mention talking to some sketchy person. Actually that is rude. He's not sketchy, he's unsual. Oh well that is still as bad.

The urge to say hi or do something to let him know I am here is too strong to simply just leave. Slowly, I walk over to him in the darkness of the night and mutter a shy 'hi'.

Harry quickly whips around and when he catches sight of me he instantly looks nervous. His brow furrows and he brushes his fringe out of his face.

"Oh, um, hi." He says awkwardly and bites his lip. He looks at the other man who sports a growing buzzcut slightly styled into a quiff and not to mention is extremely built. I nervously wave at him too and he stares me up an down with a stern expression. He mouthed something to Harry causing him to nod slowly and then for the man to leave. I don't see him long enough to exactly capture his face which leaves me questioning at his features.

Harry takes a few steps closer to me, wearing the exact same thing he was earlier and a small backpack that seems as if he had it since ninth grade. The edges are extremely faded out but I take my attention off his backpack and turn to him.

"Who was that ?" I ask curiously. I know we are barely aquantinces but if you really want to get to know someone the way to do it is to ask questions. How else are you supposed to find out more? Besides stalking that is.

"Just a friend. Um, what are you doing here?" He stuffs his hands into his jeans pockets as the wind of the night slightly picks up.

"Oh," I blush slightly when I remember I am here for milk and cookies... and candy. "Buying some stuff. I can't sleep right now and this," I lift the bag which shows that it is obviously carrying a bag of milk. "Milk and cookies, help."

"Oh," His eyes stay on the bag for a few seconds before he faces me.

"Yeah, what are you doing here?" I ask and he tries keeping a stiff expression. I swing the bag in my hand which is a bit tough due to the heavy weight of the milk but I keep going.

"Couldn't sleep either," He musters up. "A good walk in the city of Manhattan always works I guess." He nods at his own statement and I slowly nod as well.

"Yeah, well it was nice talking to you again. I'll see you around, yeah," I ask and he nods, his curls falling slightly.

"Sure, bye V."

"Bye," I smile and walk off into the dark of the night.

This being a city and all I hurriedly pull out my phone and go to the caller section. I press in 9-1-1 and hover my thumb over the call button as I try running home. After a few minutes my side begins hurting and I slow down to a stop. I look behind me and sigh when no one is there. Cars swoop past me which brings me to a bit of ease knowing there are people who wouldn't hurt me around.

As I walk, I think of what happened back there. It's a bit odd bumping into Harry like that considering it is a huge city but we must live around the same area. What I still constantly wonder about though is why he was on the steps in the first place. And though I don't really like judging much, why he has worn the same clothes for a long time.

Stuck in my thoughts, I almost trip over a broken peice of concrete but I balance myself just quick enough. Out of no where I hear someone snicker and hum something lowly.

I whip my head around, trying to find the source of the sneaky voice,but to no avail.

My finger stays over the call button and with rushed steps I move forward. I don't want to run because that would look suspicious so I maintain a good gait.

Some people walk by on the streets considering this is a really busy city but I'm in on of the least busy parts so I see less than the usual amount; also it's like eleven in the freaking night. I bask in the cool air and breathe a sigh of relief once I reach my apartment building.

I jump up the steps one by one and hear a rustling in the bushes. The night is breezy so I flick some dark brown hair out of my face with my painted nails and open the door as fast as possible.

Knowing my path quickly, due to years of living here, I run up the steps and open the door that belongs to me. I glance at the apartment across mine that has been empty for almost about a year and a half due to the death of the person or something but I can't remember.

The door finally creeks open and I'm allowed to calm down and turn my phone away from the would-have-been police call.

Now that I think about it, all that happened for me to just get some cookies and milk. Still, it may have been creepy but as Niall and Brandy always say; 'no ragrets'.

Happy Birthday to my baby Harry. I love you so much, angel. I can't believe he' s 21 now awww. x