The Road Tragedy. [Harry Styles]

Messages And Dilemmas.

A text message 💬
"I particularly wished the text message to be from Him. But no, it was from my best friend Nick,"

Nick: bitch! Where are you? It's been like forever "lost child" what's happening in your life. Tell me everything. I'm arriving at your place gimme 30 mins.

Nicole: yeah bitch! Only if you've got time for me other than sucking dicks. Come asap!

Note: Nick, is Nicole's bestie. He's a guy who has interest in men. He's very sensitive about his sexuality and preferences. He has social issues to come out and reveal himself about his real feelings because of this judgemental society but Nicole is very supportive in these things. And she supports the concept of LGBTQIA as well as her bestie. Nick also has an inferiority complex for being BLACK as highschool people are a bunch of bullies. But in real friendship colour, caste, creed doesn't matter at all. Nicole always cared that his bestie Is the best among the rest.

As soon as Nick arrives, Nicole orders pizza and flushes out all those feelings and incident happened to her with this "mysterious" guy. After finishing the meal, both the besties put on some herbal masks on their face and lay down to chill and think deeply about the situation.

Nick: I guess I kinda have a crush on this "mysterious good luck charm too".

Nicole: why not bitch. You're that wannabe asshole. But why hasn't he messaged me yet? I mean he should have asked, " if I've reached home safely or not?" Isn't it?

Nick: Yeah bitch. Why always the first move from a guy? Can't you do the same. I guess he'll feel good.

Nicole: I can but yk.

Nick: idk anything. Just do it. Or else don't call yourself a feminist when you have to be pampered like a dad's angel. Okay?

Nicole: Pep talks yeah bitch! But I guess you're right. I guess this time I have to make the first move. But what if I  message him and his ego pops out.

Nick: urrghhh. Woman!

Being in a dilemma of staring at his profile picture and thinking of messaging or not messaging. She does message him.

Nicole: Hey! 👽
(The message goes pending for 5 hours and then finally a reply comes.)
Harry: Hey.
Nicole: (instantly) fast.
Harry: oh yeah! Sorry to keep you waiting I was playing basketball with my lads.
Nicole: oh. Alright, then what's up? Are you busy?
Harry: no just took a shower. Now probably gonna eat something. You say?
(He just took a showerrrrrr and here I'm imagining him like omg)
Nicole: I was spending time with my bestie and then he left so now gonna read about "love in the time of Renaissance".
Harry: Okay. That's pretty cool. Dante Alighieri and Petrarch?
Nicole: Hey how do you know?
Harry: as if I've never read poetry and literature.
Nicole: that's incredible. What's your thought on love from your and their perception?

Harry: well according to them, they presented their beloved as a source of spiritual inspiration, they represented their divine beauty with their exceptional poetry. And materialistic salvation which includes the sexual desires of a person. But in my context, I've never been in love to understand the meaning of it. Sometimes when I see old couples being together for so long I ship them but then I urge to think about how many barges of relationship they carry behind their happy faces. Isn't it peculiar that visuals are not enough to understand what's happening at the moment? I know love has all ups and downs but the second time I look at these same old couples I get the fear, that might be their time has come. One shall leave the other to death and the other who's bearing that pain of being left out is one of those hardest feelings I don't wanna ever feel. It's not just about being old and die but in every step of life where people just abandon your presence when you value them so much, it hurts.

At this time, I was so tired that instead of chatting I slept. I slept without even seeing the message he sent me. (Anyway back to the story)

Harry: hey? Daydreamer? Where are you?  It's been like 10 mins I sent you my message.
Harry: Are you there?

After several messages, he decided to delete them before letting me see them. Maybe because he was pondering his heart out and I was just sleeping.

The next day, I woke up and the first thing I do is see my phone and the messages he sent were " deleted". I went nuts like wtf why did I do that. Why did I sleep? Oh, God. I wanted to slap myself so hard like a punch. He was probably sharing his heart out and I slept like a selfish giant.

Nicole: hey. I'm sorry to leave you this way but I was really tired and I slept. Why did you delete those messages? I wanted to hear you out. I'm sorry about everything.

But even after this message, there was no response. :') I apologised to him but he was offline so it was of no use. But the fact that I was regretting, he burst his heart out and I probably missed the chance. :') and this hurts. Badly.