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BULLSHIT
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HARRY STYLES
Saturday
Fuck, what I psycho bitch.
I swear to god, I do one decent this and I get decked in the fucking face.
Bull. Shit.
I was perfectly fine having a decent night, smoking a joint with my mates in Niall's apartment but he has to be so fucking pussy whipped that he drags us out at 3:00am to save his little girlfriend.
And now... my nose is bleeding.
That girl has a strong fucking right hook, I'll give her that. But seriously, she was basically passed out on a bar in a strip club full of drunk men and I was doing a decent thing in helping her. Granted, it was only due to Niall's incessant nagging that we were there, but I could have made him help them both alone and waited in the car.
So now here I am wandering the fucking streets of New York in the middle of the night with a bloody nose.
A shit night to finish off a shit day.
Maison was late on another shipment today. No surprise there. He's supposed to be in charge and yet I've been picking up his slack for nearly ten years. I seriously don't know how people still respect the guy after all this time. Well, I guess they won't for much longer but I'm still trying to figure that one out.
My phone ringing in my pocket pulls me out of my day dream. I pull it out to see Niall's caller ID and roll my eyes.
Can I get half an hour of peace?
I swipe across the phone to answer and hold the device up to my ear.
"What?" I draw out lazily, already bored of the conversation before it begins.
"Where the hell are you mate?" He says on the other end, a slight tinge of concern to his words which could easily be mistaken for annoyance if I didn't know him so well.
"Went for a walk," I deadpan.
"At three thirty in the morning?" He replies, sounding as if what I'm saying is the most insane thing he's ever heard.
"Yeah, believe it or not I didn't fancy getting in a car with the bitch that tried to break my fucking nose," I say rolling my eyes scoffing.
"Oh come on Styles, she said sorry-
"-Barely," I interrupt scoffing once again at his lame excuses.
"-just come back to mine. You know it's not safe for you out there in the middle of the night,"
I roll my eyes for what feels like the hundredth time tonight before answering, "don't be stupid Niall, as if anyone'd touch me, plus I've obviously got protection,"
He takes an obviously deep breath on the other end of the line, "yeah, right obviously, just be careful and come back soon,"
"Yeah whatever, bye," I say rubbing eyes as they begin to feel heavy.
"Bye mate," he says back before hanging up the phone.
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