Constant thoughts about two completely different topics flooded through my mind all morning. I just couldn’t seem to stray from these two matters very long without coming back to one or the other.

One of these thoughts being the dream. I still couldn’t get my mind off of that odd yet almost reminiscent dream. There is something about that woman and that daughter that seemed so forgetful to me. That meadow was oddly familiar too, but I can’t place my finger on it.

The second aspiration I can’t astray far from is this whole secret that everyone may or may not be in on. I feel like I’m excluded whenever I walk into a room or getting scolded about how I shouldn’t do anything stupid. They all get quiet when I come around, and I’m not sure if it’s because I like smell bad or something, or maybe I did something wrong? It’s making me paranoid, especially since Diane has been avoiding me since our earlier conversation that started to really get into my suspicions.

Maybe it really is all nothing, but I’m determined to figure it out when I arrive at the place I’m meeting Harry for lunch. It’s nothing big, but it doesn’t really matter as long as I get to know what I want to know.

I walk into the place and immediately spot the famous peaking out from the back of a booth towards the back of the restaurant. Walking over, I casually sit down across from him.

“Hey,” I say, suddenly noticing the quiff seated next to him.

Harry scoffs. “Hey? You are six minutes late. Do you know how long we waited for you?”

“I’m guessing six minutes…”

“Ignore him. He’s just being him,” Zayn leans across the table to whisper loudly.

“Trust me. I know. So why are you here?” I question not wanting to sound rude.

“I didn’t really want to go out to lunch alone. I hope you don’t mind. I can leave…”

“It’s fine, Zayn. We can always use the extra company,” I assure him. I had no problems with Zayn joining us for lunch; he’s my best friend, my father figure after Drew…

The waitress came by and took our drink orders with a noticeable freak out look in her eyes that she was waiting tables for 2/5 of One Direction. When she came back with our drinks, she did the sly waitress move of being sorry to bother them but asking to take a picture with them. I, of course, got behind the camera and snapped the pic for them, but it was really no problem to me. I only have one concern at the moment.

We were nearly finished with our meals when I decided that I wanted to bring it up. I wasn’t sure that it was the right moment, but it was really itching at me now.

“You’re all hiding something,” I blurt out not making eye contact with the two conversing men in front of me.

“Pardon?” Harry asks.

I look up switching contact between the two of them. “I said you’re hiding something. All of you. I can tell.”

They exchanged a chuckle. “And what makes you think that we’re hiding something? Are you sure it’s not just the fever talking?” Zayn intakes.

I huff. “I am fine; it’s everyone else who has been hit by the crazy train and keeping secrets from me. First of all, how often do I really do anything stupid? And why are you all so concerned about my well being now? I’m twenty-one!”

“In response to your first question, you can be pretty stupid. I mean, no offense, but who wears skimpy clothing in the rain? Second of all, we just don’t want you to be any more sick than you are now…” Harry gives me his explanation whilst Zayn’s wondering eyes seem to be everywhere but directed at me.

“Why does everyone trail off at the end of his or her explanations, which, by the way, aren’t very great. And I’m not sick anymore. I’m perfectly fine.”

“Harmony,” Zayn sighed meeting my eyes, “we’re due to tell you soon, but for now that is classified information that no one can tell you until the time is right.”

“Do Perrie and Danielle know about this too?” Harry warily nods his head yes. “Just great. Leave me out of everything will you? You know what? I’m not talking to any of you until someone tells me.” If they want to play dirty like this, I’m going to play even dirtier.

Zayn laughs, “You can’t, not talk to us, Har, and we can’t tell you.”

I turn my head to the side a let a ‘humph’. If that’s what they think, they don’t know me that well. If they’re not going to talk, then neither will I. Game on.

~

I had been silently listening to the music with my headphones in ever since I got back from lunch. I ignore El and Diane; I even had to avoid Hailey. If I’m not going to talk to the boys, I’m not talking to anyone, so there were no exceptions to this. Every question and comment was shut down as I gave the girls the cold shoulder. Although I hated to give them the silent treatment, I was going to stay strong with my self-proposal.

My eyes were closed but instantly shot open as I heard Eleanor start yelling followed by a slammed door. I lead my gaze to the seven adults now in a full on boys vs. girls’ argument over me.

“Why isn’t she speaking to us? What did you do? Because ever since she got back from lunch, she refuses to even tell us or give us the slightest hint as to why she’s acting this way,” El pinpointed Harry.

Harry raised his hands in surrender. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Pa-lease. You have to have done something!” Diane fought back. Zayn shouted something, as did Niall and Liam and pretty soon they were all just a big mob of angry, immature adults having a pity argument.

I rolled my eyes at the mess of loud people, thankful that Hailey was too oblivious to the scene to cry. I close my eyes again and sink back further into the couch making my mark.

The yelling continues until I can hear a faint sigh over the loud Imagine Dragon song blasting into my head. I open one eye just in time to see Harry frustratedly running his hand through his weave.

“Enough!” he shouts. Unstartled, and uncaring, I close my one eye again and turn my volume up higher so I don’t hear the rest of the conversation. All I can make out now are a few sentences of discussion before I’m forcedly pulled into a sitting position on the couch. I open my eyes for the last time to see Harry and Zayn sitting calmly next to me, lifting up my cushion part as the weight sinks into theirs.

Everyone else is seated along the other couches, all-staring intensely at me. I try to stand up and leave, but get pulled back by the two muscle men on either side of me. I huff as Harry takes out my earphones and snatches my phone from me handing them to Liam on his opposite side.

I shrug my shoulders and give them all a look as if to say speak up or leave me alone. As if Harry understood me he let out another sigh before speaking.

“Look,” he says taking one of my hands, “I know you’re not talking until I tell you what we’ve all been hiding from you, but are you sure you want to know? Because it was kind have supposed to be a surprise…” I shoot him a glare but nod my head nonetheless. Of course I want to know.

“Okay, please don’t scream, but… I’ve been talking to Simon about some things, and I got all of us in to see a premiere…” I nod my head confused.

“A premiere… that’s what all this fuss is about?” I spoke up for the first time since lunch. I don’t think I understand anymore…

Louis decided to chime in. “It’s not just any premiere…” His words were barely audible, but I could hear him just enough to understand what he said.

This only caused me to be more confused. “It’s the world premiere… for… Finding Dory…” Harry finally spat out. I clasped my hand over my mouth.

“You didn’t…” I stated. This was all too good to be true. The movie everyone was just waiting to watch and get it over with in theaters, we are now going to see the first ever showing of at a red carpet premiere of it. I think I may hyperventilate now.

I could see smiles breaking up all around the room and a few sighs escape parted lips as if to say, ‘It’s over. There’s nothing more to hide.’ But something about this still didn’t seem right. I wasn’t going to say anything though. In fact, I couldn’t say anything, for I had no words. So I simply screamed and jumped up to hug every single one of these people that I’m proud to call my family, saving Harry for last to plant a big fat kiss to his mouth.

Things could not get better…