Abditory [H.S]

22

Surprise!

Harry Styles

I don't know what possessed me, but I've been sitting here as still as I can be so I don't wake her up.

I'm so confused over how we got here; one minute I was walking down the beach, and the second Luella Jones is sleeping on my shoulder.

What the fuck.

No like seriously, what the fuck.

What the hell am I doing with my life anymore? I should get out of here before she wakes up.

What if she wakes up and makes a big deal out of it and clinges to me like Cassy did? I don't want that.

That girl is like a fly buzzing around in my ear, I swear to god.

I legit muted my phone because of her, calling me every 5 mins to talk.

You fuck a girl once and suddenly she thinks she's everything.

I was just drunk and horny, saw her in that tight bra of hers, her body looking so fucking perfect so I went for it. But now I'm stuck with this girl calling me like I'm the only number on her phone, pushing me to fuck her once she's horny.

She called me yesterday after I finished the project, asking me if she can come over to talk about our 'relationship'.

I don't think she got it after I said no five times, proceeded to convince me to even go to that stupid winter dance.

Do I seriously look like a bitch who goes to these things? They look dumb, and I wear suits everyday, so I'm not really going either ways.

God how does Niall handle having a girlfriend every 3 months? I'd probably lose my mind.

I feel Luella grunt under me, making me let go of playing with her fingers on my knee, checking to see whether she woke up or not.

Her fingers are so small and chubby, it's adorable, she even has her nails painted black. I didn't realize I was playing with her hand until she moved.

I came here to clear my mind, thinking about everything going on in my life, but then I saw a tiny figure from a mile away, sitting on the sand, and I just knew it was her as soon as I noticed the baggy clothes.

I don't think I've seen her in anything tight or girly ever since that party, her wearing that little silver dress, making her look stunning.

Her eyes were focused on the ocean, nothing else, mesmerized by the waves as if it was the only alive thing moving.

I don't know what came over me, but suddenly I was walking towards her, wanting to know why the hell she's out here in a time like that. I don't often see girls sitting on the beach at 4am.

It was also my second bottle of whiskey, so I wasn't thinking very straight.

She seemed sad as I sat down, annoyed by the fact I was here as well, it was written all over her face.

But I wasn't gonna be my usual dick self, so I accompanied her instead, not wanting any other guy to come over and start hitting on her like I see them do to other girls around here.

It's not like I care, I fuckin hate her for spilling that wine over my favorite shirt last week, but I'm not that mean to girls unfortunately.

They remind me of Gemma, and I'm not a dick to my sister.

She called me yesterday, using the same damn warning like the usual, yelling at me like she's the older sibling.

She's been pushing me to be more safe, but I'm literally 18 years old, I know how to handle myself.