voleur [h.s]

3

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Death is only dangerous,
To the unlived life.

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2 years ago

I wake up to the sound of someone screaming my name and banging on my front door. I turn my head to my nightstand, 05:47am is shown in red numbers on my clock. I groan as I throw off my comforter and throw my legs over the side of my bed. "Arya!" Is yelled from my front door again followed by more bangs.

I stumble towards my bedroom door as I throw it open and make my way to my front door. I open it to be met with Zoey standing there looking like a mess. A confused look takes over my face as I stare at her top to bottom and back to meet her dark brown eyes that are staring into mine with mascara running down her cheeks. "Zoey?" I say in a sleepy confused voice. Within a second of me saying her name her arms wrap around my neck as she jumps onto me and cry's into my shoulder. I hug her back and fun my hand through her hair to try and comfort her.

"Zoey what's going on" I ask carefully.

"H-he h-hit me a-again" she stutters out still crying into my shoulder making the sleeve of my shirt wet.

"Who did?" I ask wondering what she's talking about.

"J-joshua" she says pulling her head back so she can look into my eyes. "I k-know I told you I d-dumped him but he w-wouldn't let m-me so I t-took him back" she says with her glossy red puffy eyes staring into mine which a scared expression on her face like she's scared of what I'm going to say.

"Oh baby come here" I say and pull her into another hug.

***

It's been a few hours since Zoey showed up here. We haven't really said much, I just got her a blanket and a cup of tea and put on a movie. We have both been sitting on the couch watching tv. I dont want to pressure her into saying anything as I don't want to make her cry again.

"I'm sorry" Zoey suddenly saying causing my to turn my head so fast it may as well snap off.

"What for?" I ask wondering what she's apologising.

"Everything"

"What do you mean everything?"

"For showing up her at 5:30 in the morning and for lying to you" she saying letting out a sigh.

"How long" I say in a stern but sympathetic voice.

"2 weeks. After I told u I finally dumped him, a few days after he was banging on my door at midnight and then barged in and said if he didn't take him back he would make my life hell" she said fiddling with her fingers in her lap the whole time.

"Why didn't you tell me I could have helped, we could have got a restraining—

"No. That would have made it worse, and I didn't tell you because I was scared you would be mad at me and I couldn't loose you because your all I have" she cuts me off. I bring my head down looking at my lap and letting out a sigh I didn't know I was holding in.

"It's ok. We can get through this, you can get through this. He doesn't know where I live so if you want you can get some stuff and stay with me a while" I say looking back up to her seeing a smile creep on her face.

"Really?"

"Yes" I nod, and before I know it I'm being pulled into a hug. "Thank you so much I dont deserve you" she says into my neck. "And i don't deserve you" I say hugging her back.

***

It's been a few days since Zoey has 'moved in'. It hadn't been that bad, she's normally out clubbing until one in the morning. Then since I'm at work all day I only really see her of an afternoon, which is good in some ways. Seeing as I won't get sick of her. Right now I'm laying on my bed. It's about 9pm and Zoey is at the club like usual. Suddenly a thought come into my mind.

Harry's note.

I get up and walk over to my dresser and open the top draw and pull out the small folded piece of paper. I make my way back to my bed and sit down. Staring at the paper for a few minutes before I open it. I unfold it twice to reveal black ink over the page.

(718) 295 9681

Call me ;)

My mouth drops open in shock. Did he just give me his phone number? I put down the paper and reach for my phone typing in the number.

To (718) 295 9681:
Harry?

From (718) 295 9681:
Took your time princess

To Harry:
Why did you give me your number? I'd didn't think famous singers are supposed to give their fans their number

From Harry:
Oh so you are a fan

I can just see the smirk in his face while he wrote that message. Sly bastard.

To Harry:
Why did you give me your number?

From Harry:
Do I need a reason to give a pretty girl my number?

To Harry:
Yes you do.

From Harry:
Mmmh

My head shoots up from my phone to see Zoey leaning against my door frame with a smirk on her face.

"Who's the lucky guy" she says raising an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" I say in confusion.

"Your smiling at your phone. The only time you smile at your phone is when your messaging a crush or your grandma. But her phone broke, so I'll ask again. Who's the lucky guy" she says keeping a smirk very present across her face as she crosses her arms and stares into my eyes.

"You wouldn't believe me" I say looking down. Next thing I know my phone is snatched out of my hands. "Hey!" I yell as I look up to see her standing with my phone in her hands reading the messages. A shocked expression comes across her face.

"Oh so you are a fan. Do I need a reason to give a pretty girl my number?" She looks back up at me "HARRY STYLES GAVE YOU HIS PHONE NUMBER!?" She yells at the top of her lungs as I screw up my face. I don't say anything, I just pick up the note he gave me and hold out my hand, she takes it and reads it looking up at me shocked.

"WHAT"