Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Iris White

It was a weird morning, to say the least. Harry, preventing me from moving. His hair splayed out across his forehead, his body mangled across the sofa as he'd fallen onto me. It's like everything just gravitate us toward each other I mean...

The 'date', the fake relationship stunt is, now this... It might seem like a few things but Harry and I wouldn't exactly jump at the idea of closeness.

I hated the way I enjoyed that day, the way that he listened and sort of smiled... when I'd speak, the way we would laugh under his breath, even how he went against his fat fucking ego to watch Pretty Woman with me.

Even when I made him be Edward with me, I could tell that small smile tried to make its way through.

There's no exact reason to hate him, It's the way he's around wherever I am at the moment. He pops up everywhere. Now he's taken Julie, well in all fairness he is her grandson but the one person that makes me feel normal in this world, he has to be related to.

When I woke up I stayed a while looking at his peaceful state before reminding myself this was Harry. Harry was overall an asshole.

I left the living room awkwardly to make myself a coffee, though when I walked back in to hand him a coffee he was gone. And that was the last time I saw him.

It's been a few days since then, I've texted him a few times, but of course, there was no response. Just a line saying 'read'.

After those ten minutes of being annoyed because of his blunt ignoring I disregarded the situation and carried on with my day, yep, totally did not have him in my head every hour.

Velvet lounge at 9?

I and Dylan have been messaging back and forth the past week, her schedule was quite busy over the past few weeks, I can't remember whether she told me what she did but I'm pretty sure I was hammered that night so I wouldn't blame myself if I can't remember...

you think I won't come, babe??

I don't know if I've told you.
But I love you.

You crazy mf I love you
9 I'M THERE

you don't even know girl-

I chuckle to myself at the last sentence before plugging my phone into the charger for tonight, please lord do not make my phone die around fucking creeps.

I flop onto my bed for a second allowing my mind to wander to Harry, I know he's back on tour, I'm pretty sure he had a show at msg sometime this weekend though I never actually asked him when.

It's fucking frustrating how we had a semi-nice night and he just leaves like I was a one night stand that has no sort of relation to him at all. I can't say the morning wasn't a tad awkward, I mean he probably doesn't know he slept on top of me for some of it...

I let myself think about his puffy eyes and pouted lips blowing out small breaths as he slept-

Iris, let's just take a step back for a moment...

His fucking lips, they looked so-

Iris!

I blow out a breath with wide eyes sitting up before walking toward my closet, reds, blues, black flood my eyes. It seems to be the only colours I wear at the moment, I need to go shopping.

I scroll through my clothes rail a few times having a mental tantrum about having no clothes to wear even though there's a whole ass clothes rail of hundreds of dresses I've bought in the past literal year.