Half A Heart // Harry Styles

Chapter 6

"Ugh, I swear, I'm never drinking again," she sipped her tea.

"Please don't," Olivia replied sarcastically.

"Shut up! You're lucky I'm not feeling good,"she hissed back.

I sipped from my own cup of tea. They went back at each other before I intervened, "Okay, enough," I told them.

"I'm going back to sleep, see you guys in the morning," I set my cup of tea in the sink and walked my way over to my bedroom. The biology book still laid wide open where I left it before the whole Nicole incident. I closed it and set it on my nightstand. I slipped into the sheets and closed my eyes, hoping that cup of tea helps me calm down and makes me fall asleep.

"Hey, I think I forgot my phone in your bathroom," Olivia peeked her head through the door.

"Go check," I said, fluttering my eyes wide open.

"Wake up sleeping beauty or you're still dreaming about Harry,"

"What?" I asked.

She smirked.

"Harry? I saw him staring at you yesterday. I must've been drunk but not drunk enough my darling," she laughed.

What is she talking bout? Harry? Who the hell is that? I slowly unraveled the sheets from my comforter and slipped on my slippers.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied.

She came out of the bathroom with her phone in her hand.

"The lad that brought me to your car,"

"Okay, what about him?"

"That's Harry," she continued.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her bun neat and perfectly sat in the crown of her head. Her skater skirt swung around her waist and her boots up to her knees.

"Harry," I muttered under my breath.

"Harry Styles," she picked up the pink bottle of perfume and sprayed it on herself. The aroma soon filled up around the room.

"You know, he's known for being, other than attractive, very mysterious, dangerous and a trouble maker," her hand put the bottle of perfume on the shelf.

"If I were you, I'd stay away,"

I finally realized who she was talking about. The lad from yesterday with the piercing green eyes. I could still feel how my body trembled when his eyes scanned every inch of my body.

"Why? Not like he would kill me," I retorted.

"He might," she made her way to the door. "Thanks for yesterday," her hand waved goodbye and she left in a split second.