Stereotypes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 24 - Full Circle

My dad called me at around 2 in the afternoon, (the first time I’ve even used my new phone) and said that he needed the file marked ‘Finishing Touches’ out of the main desk drawer in his office, and that it was important. I groaned as I realized I’d have to get off my bed for something other than using the toilet.

I crawled into the shower, realizing how disgusting I am, and scrubbed hard at my scalp and body and decided that no matter how upset I ever get, I’m never putting off showers again. Once I was done, and put on clean clothes, I felt even better. It’s weird how simply being clean can help with depression.

I also realized how hungry I am, my stomach actually hurts from being empty, I’m beginning to wonder if my dad asked me to bring this thing in just so I’d actually do something besides rot away in my bed. I pulled open the freezer and nearly drooled at a frozen ham and cheese croissant. I popped that baby in the microwave then just about swallowed it whole.

It didn’t take me long to find what he was talking about, and I was on my way.

When I stepped outside I was immediately happy for putting on sunglasses, cooping yourself up for 4 days straight really weakens your eyes. I felt like a vampire practically hissing at the sun.

Even though I feel a lot better now that I’m clean and am breathing fresh air, I still feel like shit. It really sucks when the only person who can make you feel better is the cause of your pain, and better yet, being with them will only make you just as upset. It’s not like Harry and I were that happy when we were around each other either, sure we were getting along, but we both knew it wasn’t going to work.

And then it hits me. Harry’s going to be there, with my dad, when I have to give him the file. Shit shit shit! I’m not ready, well, I probably won’t ever be but the odds of me running into him casually again are quite slim. Here I’ll be all quiet and shaky and he’s probably fine, probably already has his eye on another girl.

“Just go up,” the bitchy receptionist says behind the counter.

“Actually, can you just have this sent up to my dad please?”

“What do I look like a mailman? No. Take it yourself.”

Wow, really? How do these kind of people get hired anyway!? Whatever. I go up and check in my dad’s office on the off chance he was in there, nope. Meeting room? Not in there either. This only means one thing, recording studio.

I can hear muffled music through the mostly soundproof walls and wait for it to stop, which doesn’t take long, then knock. I was hoping my dad would just come and see who it was but all I heard was someone shout to come in.

When I opened the door my dad wasn’t in there, just the two guys who work the sound system and the boys behind the glass.

Harry and I instantly made eye contact and I swallowed hard. I’ve missed him, his face, his smile, his touch. He looks rough, really rough. Tired, sad, not good. Maybe he hasn’t moved on? Maybe he’s as bad as I am except he can’t just lie around for a week.

“Hey Skylar,” Liam said gently, tearing my eyes away from Harry.

“Oh, um, my dad asked me to bring this in.”

“Okay, he’s just in the bathroom, he should be back any minute.”

“Uh, will you just make sure he gets it please?” I ask, more like beg. He nods and I set it on the table and get out of there as fast as I can.

When the taxi pulled back up in front of my apartment I couldn’t be more relieved, my bed was calling my name, who cares if I rot in it. But instead of just walking in, I get startled by the person sitting on the floor leaning up against my apartment door.