Good-Bye Beautiful™ | Harry Styles ON HIATUS

Chapter Fourteen-

(Hii. So yeah, I'm alive! Tbh I think I said it was winter currently here? But I didn't tell which month, I think. So it's like, December now. Yeah. Xx, TS.)

No Control - One Direction

Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran

Long Way Home - 5 Seconds of Summer

The Way - Ariana Grande feat. Mac Miller

I Want You To Know - Zedd feat. Selena Gomez

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Mercy

"I'll see you in class tomorrow, yeah?"

I shifted my phone between my ear and my shoulder as I balanced the few textbooks I had forgotten in the car late Friday night. There was homework that I needed to finish, and I wouldn't have time now that Final's week was coming up and so were the reviews.

"Uh," I jumped a few times, trying to adjust the books and the bag on my left shoulder. "Yeah, Lou. Unless I get sick or something, then you'll for sure see me first period."

Squealing as I lost my balance, I fell back onto my bed and dropped my arms down to my side, letting the books in my arms fall around me and onto the floor with multiple thuds. I sighed in relief and picked up my phone from beside my head to go back to my current conversation.

"You ok, love?"

"Of course," I breathed with the roll of my eyes. "I just kinda dropped my textbooks and my bag. Might have broken my laptop, but I'm fine. Yeah."

He laughed. "Well I'll let you go to sort out that situation and I'll be seeing you tomorrow."

"Bye Louis." I hung up before he could reply and tossed my phone across my bed. It was only 3:30 in the afternoon and I was already tired; I was already dreading having to go out with Harry at 2 AM.

I should've just gone with him last night.

Maybe I can pretend to be sick?

But I'm a horrid liar, so that's out.

Plus, Harry was already on his way over here with Lucas after spending the day at the Styles' house from around nine this morning. He honestly spends more time over there, than he does at home. And he had more of a social life than I do too. Rolling my eyes at the stupid thought, I sat up and gazed down at the pile of books with a disgusted look.

Ugh, homework. Gross.

But nonetheless, I picked up my World Religion textbook up off the ground and flopped back onto the bed with it laying on my stomach. There was nothing more I wanted to do than just sleep or eat. Probably eat.