Redamancy | Harry Styles Fanfiction (ongoing)

Chapter Twenty-Five.

"You're the sound of a song
and I can't get you out of my head
You're the calm in the storm,
you're the voice saying, "Come back to bed" "

a/n : no hate to anyone mentioned in the story,
I respect everyone that works/ is in anyway related to  Harry, his crew and management etc, despite some of the wild(e) decisions they make.

Harry Styles

A loud, sharp thump startles me awake, rather violently.

Out of sheer habit, my arm reaches for Aurora. I pat around the bed with my head still glued to the pillow.

In a few pats my hand meets a warm limp body and I sigh in relief. 

okay, she didn't fall off the bed this time.

I force my eyelids open and look around to find the source of the noise, my eyes land on my phone fallen on the wooden floor face down.

I leave the phone in its place, unbothered and turn around to pull Aurora closer to myself and find her hogging the whole bed, with her hands and legs spread out; starfish alike.

"come here baby," I whine, moving her hair out of her face.

"please" I kiss her forearm and beg, still sleepy.

After a few 'umph's and grunts I get her to cuddle into my body, and she fits perfectly as usual, instantly throwing her legs over my own. The warmth radiating off of her body make up for my lack of shirt.

I wrap my arms around her waist and give her a little peck on her head when she settles in comfortably. Her soft breathing against my chest sidelines the morning sun that's begging me to wake up.

I pull the covers over us, and she fists her palms. My eyes begin to feel saturated with sleep and I slowly start to fall asleep.

But fate does not seem to want me to have 10 more minutes of blissful sleep with my starfish for a girlfriend— my phone begins to buzz and against the hardwood floor.

I could ignore it but I know I'm one more ring away from having my phone thrown across the room and broken into pieces.

"turn that fucking thing off Harry!"

there we go.

I roll over and reach my fingertips, to find my phone. I pick it up and the harsh blue light stings my eyes,

I see about a hundred text messages from a hundred different people, twenty-eight missed calls from Jeff in the last half an hour and my body runs cold.

My first thought is my family, my mind goes to my mum, gemma and Robin. I quickly unlock the phone, swipe through the texts, Jeff's being the first.

pick the fuck up, what have you done.

That's an angry text if I've ever seen one.

I see links to websites and then it hits me,

paps.

Before I can click on one of the dingy pop ups, my phone rings again, it's Jeff. 

I step out of bed, checking to see she isn't listening. I scurry to the bathroom, hoping for some privacy but the acoustics are not in my favour.

His voice echoes louder than ever, "who the fuck were you with last night, I don't even know who this is. What is the matter with you" he's shouting at me.