bad boys [h.s]

ten

(sarahs pov)

I sat up from the messy bed with sheets hanging off the mattress and undergarments scattered out on the floor.

I searched for Harry, wandering my eyes around the room, but he was nowhere to be found.

I clasped the sheets over my body and rubbed my sore eyes. I checked the white clock that hung on the wall, it was 11:00am.

"Did he really just ditch me?" I threw myself back into the bed, causing my head to ache, "So much for that."

There was a note that had Harry's handwriting written on it. I stepped out of bed, stretching my arms and yawning. I read the note;

good morning beautiful, sorry i left so early. but i hope you rested well. i went to my brothers funeral, i will be back at 12:00.
all the love - H xx

"Oh well," I sighed, dropping the note back onto the counter, "Guess I have one hour to myself." I stared out the window, admiring the lake and how it's pretty reflection shimmered across my eyes.

There was a text from Sophia, what could possibly be so important that she would actually message me all the way from fucking Canada?

It read;

Sophia: miss you.

I rolled my eyes, releasing my phone from my grasp onto the sofa. What I really don't understand is, is that she left her best friend for Liam. Liam fucking Payne. To Canada, for somewhat reason I don't know.

Then she decides to message me to tell me she misses me? I don't believe this. Before I could start ranting about Sophie quietly to myself, I was disturbed by my ringtone.

The screen read; Louis. Louis? Well that's strange.

I slid my thumb across the screen to answer.

"Louis? What's up?" I said curtly and in concern.

"I'm here with your friends Elma and Jack where are you?" He sounded oddly serious, he's never the serious type.

"Okay? Can you explain what's going on?"

Louis handed the phone to Elma and I was now on speaker. "You've been missing for two days, where are you? We've been worried sick!" Elma yelled at me, her voice trembled and the pitch raised.

"Yes that's 48 hours!" Jack added humourlessly.

"Calm down guys, Harry and I went out, yesterday we visited his brother in the hospital, he died..after that we just went to one of his cabins and slept here for the night."

"Wait, Elliot passed?," Louis added, clearing his throat, "How could Harry not tell me?"

"Listen up here dudes," I said searching in the fridge for food, "I don't know what's going on right now but don't worry, I'm perfectly fine." I stuffed my mouth with some cereal and hung up.

I wonder why they were so worried. It's not like Harry was going to sexually harass, or rape me. My phone buzzed again, damn my phone was really blowing up today.

The text read;

Jack: Elma and Louis are finally chilled now, but I'm not. I don't think Harry's good for you..

Me: Stay out of this.

I groaned and harshly threw my phone down onto the chair. God who does he think is? My father? Jack was acting strange lately.

I decided to take a hot shower and clear my mind. I stood under the faucet, feeling the scorching hot water, run through my hair, calming me down.

I turned off the water and dashed out of the shower. I slipped on some of Harry's clothes since I didn't have clean garments myself.