texting ↠ h.s.

9:40pm

harry: how was the flight back?

rose: harry

rose: i'm scared

harry: why?

rose: i'm walking home from the grocery store and there's a guy following me

rose: i can't see who it is he's wearing a black hoodie and black pants

harry: just stay calm

harry: keep walking

rose: fuck harry where did he go

harry: he probably left it's ok

rose: no harry i don't feel good about this

harry: which grocery store i'll come

harry: my mum is home and i can just borrow her car

harry: just tell me what store

harry: rose?

rose: She's fine

harry: what?

rose: She'll be fine

harry: Who the fuck is this

rose: Take a guess 'buddy'.