Something Bad Is About To Happen || h.s

ELEVEN

Breakeven -The Script
"They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding" ***

Harry Styles

I woke up, the sun shining through my window.

Ouch. That's too bright.

After we finished the movie, Zayn went home to Gigi.

God, I'm so fucking lonely.

My thoughts began to take over. So, so many doubts. Too many doubts. But you know what they say. When life gives you lemons, drown yourself in alcohol.

So, I stumbled down to a bar and somehow I got back here. Now here I am, awake with a killer headache, and even lonelier.

Shit. I have nothing. I have no one. No one cares if I leave for the night to drink. A lot. No one cares if I'm here or not.

Okay. Harry. We get it. You're miserable. But too early to be that deep in your own shit.

Anyways.

Might as well get up. Maybe a self care day to get rid of the hangover. That usually helps and maybe I won't be so miserable.

First, I need to check my phone. I find three text messages. One from Zayn, one from Mitch and one from Mirabelle.

Zayn:
Good morning love. Gigi and I are going on a spontaneous trip to Vermont. I'll be out of town for a few days. Love you -Z

Oh great. Now I don't even have my best friend here.

Mirabelle: wanna come over tonight ;)

Um... duh. I definitely need a self care day and she will be the cherry on top. Hopefully on top, wanna see what it's like.

Anyways

Mitch:
Great news! Your article is making it into Monday's paper. And it will be on the front page with the new killing, and all that. Good job mate!

Holy shit.

You're kidding.

Did I actually write something worth being on the front cover?

This is a perfect day. I'm going to celebrate the whole day and night.

Hopefully, Mirabelle will be happy for me.

I text back all of them accordingly. Wishing Zayn a safe trip, thanking Mitch and just sending a winky face to Mirabelle.

Should I email or phone my parents? They would be proud, I think.

Unless Gemma has probably made some giant case. Fuck this. Why would they be proud?

I don't need to worry about that today. I just need to have a nice long shower and do a face mask.

I get out of bed, skipping breakfast and lunch as always.

I light a vanilla cashmere candle before stepping into my steaming shower.

God, the hot water feels so good...just like someone I'm about to see.

I run shampoo into my scalp and wash my body.

As I'm drying myself off, I blow out the candle, reaching around to get my phone.

I decide to play some music. I go for my favourite, Fleetwood Mac. Does Mirabelle like Fleetwood Mac? Oh no. What if she hates them? What would I do?

Harry. Calm down. You're way too attached to this girl already. You guys literally just met. Chill your man tits.

I can't help it. It just... feels different with her. I told Zayn about this last night but he just made a snarky remark about love.