Sweet Tooth [HS]

ELEVEN

Later.

When Max climbed the steps up to her flat after her short stint at The Inkshop that afternoon, she wasn't entirely sure what she was expecting to find.

All day she'd been half stuck with this annoying idea of her opening the door to find Harry lazing on the sofa, or napping in her bed, or cooking them dinner in her kitchen. It was so dumb, she knew it- but Max couldn't stop imagining finding Harry there. He would greet her with a kiss and that delicious smile of his, and he'd pull her into his arms with his slow fucking hands and tell her all the things he was thinking about.

And she'd tell him everything back. Would kiss him hard and try to remember how to breathe.

Max shook her head because God it was so stupid how warm just the thought of him, of them made her feel inside. So stupid how she had to keep biting her lip to stop herself from grinning at the silly daydream of seeing him again.

But still, all day, there had been this other part of her, this horrible, big slice of reality that had been lurking in the background of her mind. It was screaming at her that really, Harry would be gone. No candle lit dinner, no note telling her where he'd got to- just an empty house and the smell of his cologne left on her bedsheets.

It had happened before and Max was sure it could happen again.

So Max didn't know why she'd let herself become all worked up with this ridiculous idea of them functioning as a... couple?

God it'll be babies next, Max tutted at herself. And without thinking about it any longer, she took a deep breath and pushed into her flat.

When she stepped inside, Max found the kitchen and the living room empty, and she deflated like a balloon.

Her heart dropped to her feet and her eyes stung with the threat of tears.

Gone was all she thought. Disappointment was all she felt.

Gone.

Gone gone gone.

After a few moments she called out "Harry?" but there was no reply.

She felt like she was sinking as she walked slowly to her bedroom, and when she found it empty the images of her silly, stupid daydream flashed into her mind. Seeing him like that, even if only for a second inside her thoughts- it hurt. It made her feel stupid.

And it made her want to cry.

God, she wanted to smack herself. Who did she think she was? Who was Mackenzie Sweet to expect Harry fucking Styles to stay?

What was she thinking?

Max shook her head at her own stupidity and reminded herself that she and Harry, that they were nothing.

Fucking hell how could she be so stupid?

Why did she keep doing this to herself?

Max tried to stop noticing the painful pangs in her heart as she walked back into her empty living room.

Her flat suddenly felt too big, too empty and it was lonley.

She felt lonley.

And so Max walked up to the kitchen counter and pulled out a wine glass and a bottle of wine from the fridge behind her. Was about to dial Lexie's number and start sobbing, start screaming- when suddenly a voice, his voice, pierced through the silence.

"But we're still young,
I always think about you and how we don't speak enough.
And oh, we started,
two hearts in one home- fuck."