Something Bad Is About To Happen || h.s

THREE

505 - Artic Monkeys
"I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise"
***
TW: mentions of eating disorders and anxiety
***

Harry Styles

Louis said she was hot and smart.

I'm not one to judge a book by it's cover, but that sounds like a good start. But I need to look just as perfect.

You see, I have never found myself attractive. My curls too unruly, my moles too weird and my love handles too prominent.

I'm such a nerd too. What if she hates me? What if she thinks my serial killer obsession is weird? You know what? I'm definitely not going on this date.

I know I said yes to Louis. But he'll understand...right?

Truth be told. I haven't gone on a date in two years. Sure, I have had a few meaningless fucks and flirted with everyone. I can't help it. I find everyone so fascinating.

I've backed out of so many fucking dates. My last relationship nearly killed me. I can't go through that pain and suffering again. The constant shaming of simple things I can't control. My panic attacks for example. My ex would just yell at me to deal with it and "man up". Or that I dressed too feminine, and my hair was too long. I loved my hair and now whenever I look in the mirror, the chocolate strands falling in front of my eyes, I become nauseous. As my old boyfriend left me he told me that I was impossible to love and too ugly, I didn't think anything was wrong with my appearance. Sure, I had insecurities and doubts but I never truly hated myself. But now I do. I eat one meal a day, usually too tired to make anything, just ramen or takeout. I work out every single day, until I feel like I'm going to collapse. I know I'm not okay, but no one else knows so I must be doing something right. I should blame my problems on my ex. But that's selfish. Right?

Harry. Stop rambling in your head. You are over thinking this. This amazing woman will probably be nothing like your ex.

But what if she is.

Nope.

I'm not going on this date.

I'm going to call Louis and tell him it's off.

Just as I extend my arm to pick up my phone, it starts vibrating.

The name flashing across the screen reads "🥔Lil Irish princess🥔"

Niall. My best mate. We met back in Holmes Chapel, England. I lived there my whole life until I decided to move to the Big Apple to pursue my dream. Niall had a footie tournament in my home town once. We met in the pub and hit it off instantly. Then we made a split decision to move to America, to the city of dreams.

Niall is the polar opposite of me. He's loud, handsome, and his past is so different. He relied on football to get him through university while I, coming from the "perfect family", had to study over dozens of books every night to be successful. I could not be the disappointment of my family.

My family consisted of mum, dad, my sister and me. Gemma, my 28 year old sister, is my parents pride and joy. Became a proper lawyer to be exact. My parents are both doctors. That leaves me. I'm just Harry. I'm just the writer that no one knows. That no one ever brings up while bragging to old friends you meet in the grocery store. I would blame my anxiety, and crippling fear of failure on my parents but thats selfish. Right?

Harry.

My head snaps out of the trance. Peering down I swipe right and lift the phone to me ear.

His hoarse, choppy accent booms through the phone, "Lad! You finally picked up. Are you ready for your date?"

I can envision the shit-eating grin that blonde son of a bitch has plastered on his face.

"How did you know about that?" I question. Squinting my eyes and glaring as if he could see me through the phone.

"Louis told Zayn, who told me."

Of. Fucking. Course. He did. God how I hate my gossip prone friends sometimes.

Harry that's rude.

Wait no. I love them. How could I not.

"Harry?"

Right, Niall.

"I'm not going," I state through the phone, " I'm simply just going to phone Louis, and say no but with a heart."

Niall chuckles and then responds, "Mate you have to go. You need to get out there. Love isn't as bad as you think."

"How would you know," I snap back not intending to sound as harsh as I did. "I'm sorry Niall, I didnt mean it like that."

I hope he doesn't hate me.

"Harry, mate it's fine. You need to stop apologizing, you know?"

" I know..."

"So, you're going on the date?" Niall precariously asks, waiting to hear his best friend's reaction.

"No."

Niall pleads, using his Irish charm, "Please. Just for me. Consider it an early birthday gift."

"Niall your birthday is in 11 months" I chuckle, my head throwing back in a laugh.

"So? I don't see an issue. Go on the date. Go on the date. Go on the date." He chants through the speaker.

"No."

"Okay. Fair enough. I'm going to come over then and perform an Irish jig and play really loud mus-"

"Ok fine! I'll go, okay? Just please never ever do that." I practically beg.

"Mission accomplished. So now that I won, I'm going to leave you to get ready. Bye bye."

Niall hangs up before I could protest. I still wanted to talk to him but it's okay.

Now my outfit. Oh shit. What am I going to wear?

***

Hello my lovelies! ALREADY 51 READS?? OH MY GOD THANK YOU THANK YOU!! This chapter we focused on getting inside harrys head so you can understand him better. Follow our twitter if you want updates;) @M4M_1ddayz94
***
How are we today? we hope you like the book so far, we're working hard on it! chapter four will be up soon! leave any feedback, vote, and comment:) we love you<3 (sorry if the chapters are too short)
-m&m🤍

P.S Harry is unlabled