Hiraeth

Chapter 2

Holy. Fucking. Shit. 

It was Harry Styles who had me on my knees for him just 8 short hours ago. It was Harry Styles who woke up in my bed this morning. It was Harry Styles who called me a whore, and held me by my throat against the wall. Of all the dumbass things I have done, this had to be the worst. 

I stood there, up against the wall, for who knows how long contemplating my decisions. It just so happens the band I'm auditioning for, is One Direction. How the fuck could I have not recognized THE Harry Styles. Now I have to see him at the audition. I am never going to get this job. No way. I will be utterly shocked if I do. 

The media definitely does an amazing job at covering up who he truly is. Who is he really? An asshole. How could I have been so clueless? I wonder if the other boys are just as disgusting as Harry is. Asking someone multiple times to get out of one's apartment is not deserving of being called a whore. I may have called him a fuck up, but it was only fitting to the situation. 

It feels as if my brain is trying to keep up with all of the thoughts swimming around in my head right now. I need this job. I'm only an 18 year old trying to make a living. For my parents? My mom is dead and my dad is a reckless drunk. He's always been that way, way before mom died. I wish I could say something about the things he has done, but he pays for this apartment and keeps me off the streets. Not that I am proud of it. I do everything else myself. I pay for my own groceries and my own furniture, he just pays the rent. This is the only thing I had going for me, and now that thing is ruined, I think.

I'm going to get a headache if I keep thinking about my horrible situation. 

I finally push myself off the wall and walk into the bathroom. I go up to the sink and look at myself in the mirror. The bruises from Harry's rings littered my neck, dark purple and red. Those are going to be a bitch to cover up.

My hand crept up my neck to feel around the bruises and I immediately flinched away. Great.

The only thought I had was to call Alina. She was a childhood friend from way back when we went to kindergarten together. She's very quiet at first but at parties, she knows what she's doing.  

The video call started ringing and I threw a towel around my neck to cover it. Alina answered it after two rings.

"Hey Olivia I-, why is a towel around your neck? It's fall not the dead ass of winter," She said. 

I'm caught.

"No..reason?" I questioned myself. Fuck, I am the worst liar. It's just my luck that Alina is a fucking human lie detector. 

"I can see right through your bullshit, take off the towel and let me see what your so obviously trying to hide from me."

I sighed and slowly removed the towel. Her eyes went wide and she stopped moving. For a second I thought her screen was frozen, but unfortunately it was not. 

"Oh my god! If I didn't know better I would have thought you got beat up on the street! What the hell happened to you!" She exclaimed. 

"Alcohol. Alcohol happened to me," I said simply.

She looked shocked. I usually don't go all out like this in one night, Alina is more of the spontaneous one out of the two of us. 

"You do realize your big audition is today right?" 

Definitely not like that question was already on my brain. I looked at the time just to check. 11:28 a.m. The audition is not until 2, I still have some time left. 

"Of course I realized that! It may have left me in a bit of a situation when I was trying to get the guy out of my apartment today," I said. 

Alina gave me a sceptical look but said nothing. "Well, I am getting ready right now and I'll be at your place in a few okay?"