Something Bad Is About To Happen || h.s

SEVENTEEN

Don't - Ed Sheeran
"Until you dissappeared with him to have sex, of course"
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Harry Styles

I just left Mirabelle's. We spent the days watching romcoms and HGTV. And we did some other things...

Harry. Stop it. Don't get a boner right now.

Anyways.

I can't help the way she makes me feel. I know it's dangerous and she's probably using me for my dick. I can't get too close but she's just so fucking perfect. Our conversations were so fluid and we learned so much about her... I think.

Mirabelle mentioned a few personal details but we kind of steered away from that after the conversation about her dad. I feel so fucking bad for her and I was mentally beating myself up for putting that distraught look on her beautiful face.

I actually talked about me for the first time since the beginning of my past relationship. I talked about my article and I'm embarrassed at how excited I got about it in front of her. I even talked about my weird thing about serial killers and she actually...listened?

That's so fucking weird. No one ever listens to me. Maybe that is why I was literally shitting myself all week. This is exactly how my ex was in the beginning and I can't fall for that again.

So that is why I'm just waiting for Mirabelle to text me. I don't want to seem too desperate, she also said she had some work to do later.

She went on her laptop in the morning and her mood changed. She then rushed me out a few hours sooner then I would've liked.

Harry. Don't be disappointed. She doesn't like you enough to keep you around except to fuck.

I can't just sit here and wait in this boring apartment. Somehow it feels less of a home then Mirabelle's, she makes it feel like home. She gets so cute when she talks about the designing she did in her apartment.

My phone bings.

Is it Mirabelle?

Probably not.

Maybe though.

I look down to see a text.

Zayn:
Hey mate! Just got back from the vacation with Gigi. Please tell me if you need anything.

I mean I feel a bit light headed. But I don't want to bother him. I'm sure I just need to sleep.

...I don't want to sleep though.

Maybe I should go see Mirabelle at the pub tonight.

No Harry don't be desperate. She doesn't want you with her.

I try to chase the thought away when I hear another message. Probably from Zayn.

Oh shit.

Mirabelle:
Missing you right now. I wish you could come over but I have to be at the pub tonight. I may also be missing something else;)

Oh.

Fuck this. I don't care if I look stupid or dorky, I'm going to see her.

This is a bad idea.

What if she doesn't want to see me?

I'll just be bothering her at her work.

I just text back a simple winky face and travel to the bathroom. Questioning if I should shower.

I showered with Mirabelle last night. I was really fucking nervous because I hate being naked not in a sexual situation. But then it was fine because it turned into a very steamy one.