Complicated // h.s.

twenty-one

song of the chapter: suicide by james arthur

btw if you haven't listened to any of his music. you really should because he is a fantastic artist

*Sawyer's POV*

"Harry, call me back, please? You can't just avoid me after you told me that you love me. That's pretty shitty." I left yet another voicemail.

Harry had been avoiding me for the past few days. I knew he was ignoring me on purpose or he was dead. I was leaning more towards the second option because of my anger towards him. The way he was acting was completely juvenile and unnecessary.

I don't understand why he was so angry with me. I was merely expressing my feelings towards the situation that we were in. He completely ran his head off of his head due to a little disagreement.

"Maybe you should give him some space." Keeton told me as he handed me a beer.

"Do you have something stronger?" I asked as I frowned at the bottle that was in my hand. I hated beer.

He rolled his eyes as he took the bottle from me. He walked into his kitchen and then retrieved a plastic cup and a bottle of vodka. He threw them on the couch next to me.

"Maybe if you call him, he'll answer." I concluded.

Keeton rolled his eyes once again and grimaced.

"I'm not doing that shit." Keeton declined.

I scooted closer to him and put my hand on his lap as he leaned back. I kissed his cheek and stroked my hand up and down his thigh.

"Please, Keeton," I pouted causing him to still roll his eyes as he took out the phone and handed it to me.

I smiled as I grabbed my phone out to see his number. I dialed his number on Keeton's phone and then heard it ring. I waited patiently hoping that he answered the phone for numbers that weren't saved as a contact.

"Styles." Harry answered.

I was silent trying to figure out what to say.

"May I ask who is calling?" Harry's voice rang.

God, I miss his voice.

"Are you going to talk?" Keeton urged.

I rolled my eyes as I tried to figure out what I was going to say.

"Hey, Harry, it's Saw-"

"Sawyer, I don't have the time to speak with you. I have work to do." Harry interrupted.

I groaned and said, "But Har-"

He hung up before I could explain myself. I threw Keeton's phone at him and rolled my eyes. Harry was being way difficult for me. This was just a constant reminder of why I didn't do relationships really in the first place.

"I told you to give him space." Keeton spoke after a few moments of silence.

"I just don't understand. He's such a piece of shit. He tells me that he loves me and then he fucking avoids me for almost a week." I said in disbelief.

Keeton groaned and put his arm around me. I leaned against his chest for some type of comfort.

"It's been a week, Keeton." I mumbled. "I always push his buttons. I fucked up."

Keeton ran his hands through my hair. It was quite soothing. It was nowhere near Harry's touch, but it was relaxing.

"No, you were being yourself, Sawyer. If he doesn't get that, if he doesn't understand that, then that's on him because he will be missing out on an amazing girl." Keeton said with a smile.