17 |☆ harry, i don't fucking like you.

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I'm a ghost and you know this
That's why we broke up in the first place

Heartbeat- childish Gambino

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10 pm

It's currently 10 pm, and from what I found out earlier I just wanted to be by myself and figure things out.

I already changed into a black baby phat cropped tee, and I paired it with a light-washed pair of mom jeans. I was planning to walk to this diner, the directions said it was like a block away.

It was dark, so it wasn't the smartest choice for me to do but I simply didn't care. I felt like just sitting here after seeing what was in the bag wasn't a smart choice for me either, I would be an absolute idiot if I decided to mind my business after this.

I had no intention of telling the guys I was leaving, it was already late and I doubt they would come down to my room anyways.

I grab my purse from my bed, it had both my keycard and my phone in it along with some money.

I blow out an annoyed breath before throwing the purse over my shoulder. I knew I needed nothing else, so with this, I quickly made my way to my front door.

I was praying I wouldn't see any of the guys come down from the elevator, and I was praying Harry wasn't in his room right now.

I didn't want to see any of them, especially harry.

I open my door, locking it before shutting it. I turn my head to each side of the hallway, making sure nobody was out.

Sure enough, it was empty I look over to Harry's room door for a split second before I tried to walk past it. But before I could even stop myself, his door swung open and he was already stepping out of his room.

Suddenly my body crashes onto his my hands went up to his lower stomach trying to stop it, it wasn't harsh it was barely bumping bodies with him but it still made me freeze right then and there.

He pulls away from my hands that were pushed onto his stomach that I somehow thought would stop me from bumping into him. "Watch where your fucking-" he stops talking himself, looking down at me with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

I back away a bit, "My bad I was-" he cuts off my apology quickly.

"It's ok." He says I was just about to keep going because my mind was so stuck on him telling me not to touch him but I freeze.

What did this man just say?

It was clear I was surprised because that was new. And those words continued to repeat in my head, I began to think I was going mad.

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