The Bad Boy

Chapter 100

Stephanie's P.O.V.

I wake up in the morning, Harry's t-shirt clutched to my face. I stare at it until what happened yesterday hits me. I throw the t-shirt into the bottom of my closet, disgusted. I'm being weak. I lay in bed and look at the ceiling. I have one more day until I have to pull myself together to go to work.

I throw back the covers and tread into an empty kitchen. I expect to see Niall sitting at the table, eating a bowl of lucky charms. He's not there. I expect Harry to walk out wearing a pair of joggers slung low on his hips. He doesn't. I expect Ally to come out, looking like she just had sex but asking if I did. She won't.

I open the fridge and remember what I forgot yesterday. Food. I groan and walk back to my bedroom. I pull on a pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt advertising Jack Daniels whiskey. I pull my hair into a ponytail but stop half way through, leaving it in a sort of bun. I catch a look at myself in the mirror as I slip on a pair of flip flops. I have dark circles under my eyes, and I look like a zombie.

I trudge out of the apartment, stuffing my wallet into my pockets. I lay my phone on the table, not like I want to talk to anyone anyways.

I schlump into the elevator and try not to fall asleep as I ride down. I stop at the front desk. The calender on the wall catches my eyes. Shit. Aunt flow.

"Is there a Walmart around here?" I ask.

The lady eyes me over. "Uh, down the street to the left."

I turn and walk slowly to the Walmart. I don't know what time it is but it must be before noon because there isn't a throng of people going out to lunch or going to work. The streets are the most empty I have seen them but it's far from being actually empty.

I enter the Walmart, and tuck my head to my chest because I keep getting looks from people. I must look like hell. I walk down the aisle's, my basket in my hand. I'll make my major shopping trip later, like in the middle of the night when no one is out.

I grab my groceries and then go looking for a bed for Aunt flow. Not paying attention and being myself I run straight into someone. He's wearing a leather jacket, a white t-shirt, and a pair of jeans. I look up and of course it's Miles.

"Oh um, Stephanie, right?" He asks, placing his hands on my shoulders to steady me as I regain my balance.

"Yeah, uh sorry." I look down at the ground.

"No, it's my fault." He says. "I was looking at my phone."

"Oh it's fine," I shrug,"Anyways, what are you doing here?"

"Just riding around around on my elephant." He grins at me and I realize what a stupid question that was.

"Same as you." I laugh and shake my head. "Sleep deprivation." I point to my head.

"Do you need help finding anything?"

I feel my cheeks heat up,"Do you know where the feminine hygiene products are?"

"Uhm, I'm pretty sure they are that way," He points in the opposite direction and laughs. "I recomend Kotex. Very.....absorbent." He laughs.

"Ahaha, thanks." He tried to make it not awkward but it still was.

I find the aisle with the pads and tampons and pick some up. Memories come flooding back, when I made Harry go and buy tampons for me. I realize how much I miss him. He probably already moved on, and I'm being reminded of him when I see tampons. I am so pathetic.

I try to keep my mind off of Harry as I walk back to my apartment. It is so hard, he was my everything, and now it's all gone. It only took a day to totally throw the relationship away that we built up for so long.

Maybe we'll get through this. Maybe he's just thinking. Maybe he'll burst right through my door and fall to his knees, begging to take me back.

Maybe. Who knes five little letters could make someone so sick.