Delancey's POV
After I packed most of my things, I saw my phone light up on the couch. 13 missed calls from Harry. I press ignore as he called again and started to dial my best friends number, Stacey.
"Why are you calling me at 4am!? I was having a freakin awesome dream! this better be good."
"Can you come pick me up? I'm at Harry's place." I said sniffling
"Wait, what?...what happened?"
"Can you just pick me up and ill tell you when you get here."
"It's 4am.."
"PLEASE STACEY" I cried on the phone practically sobbing
"Woah, okay okay, be there in 15"
"Hurry please."
"Yeah yeah got it." She said hanging up the phone on me.
Stacey's POV
"Yeah yeah I got it." I hang up on her due to the fact that it was 4am and I'm obviously annoyed. I'm frightened at the way she was crying though so I roll off of bed onto the floor and stay there for a minute. Soon enough I trip on my stupid dog and step on..... Oh my god EW. Dog "chocolate". Best.Saturday.morning.ever. After I washed my face and foot I put on a pair on my Uggs and a coat. I didn't bother to change out of my pjs. To cozy. I turned on my car and drove off to his house. When I pulled up in the drive way I saw Delancey crying and pushing Harry away from her.
