Treadmill (Harry Styles) [COMPLETE] {EDITED}

Chapter 50

PHONE CALL

Harry

Tomorrow. Tomorrow is Angie's birthday. I don't know what to do. Should I fly back to Sarasota or should I just text her a simple, Happy Birthday. That'd be such a dick move for me to do though. I am so confused I don't know what to do now. I'm starting to love her but I don't want to see her just yet.

"Hey? Are you okay?" Niall says as he rests his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah just tired." I fake a smile.

"You sure?"

"Yeah man." I say and turn to face the window.

We are on our way to the studio but I don't really want to work on things right now. I just want to stay home. But maybe keeping myself busy will make me forget about Tyler's lips on Angie's.

I just can't stop picturing it, I just can't really believe Angie would do such a thing. I know she was drunk but she's not supposed to do that. Even I would never do that because I have a girlfriend.

Fuck my life right now. Why did she do that? Does she love Tyler again? Does she want him? And that kiss was to purposely leave me? I don't know what to believe. I didn't even let the girl explain herself. Maybe I should call her tonight and make her explain herself? Fuck I don't know.

"Harry..." Liam says,

"Excuse me?" I look at him with a puzzled face.

"We were asking you what you want for lunch later in the studio." Louis says,

"Either is good" I blatantly say and put my earphones on.

The last thing I want to worry about is something to eat for lunch to be honest. Should I call her this lunch time or tonight? Maybe tomorrow morning on her birthday? Ugh fuck I don't know! What if she didn't kiss him? What if I came over to her house and apologise for my behaviour, would I be at her house next to her right now? Would I be happy with her and preparing for her birthday?

Now I don't know what to do with her birthday gift. When I was in Sarasota, I snuck out to buy her birthday present from Tiffany. The ring has diamonds on it but it wasn't just a simple ring, it was shaped like a crown because she deserves to be treated like a princess, she's my princess. I also went to Gucci to look for a dress she's been wanting but she couldn't get them. I bought her a short summer dress which was floral. And then I remember that those weren't only the gifts I bought her. I also bought her a pair of new white converse because I wanted her to match mine, and now all of her gifts are in my room, in my unpacked suitcase. How will I give it to her? If I ship it, it'll take a long ass time. Will she still accept them or will she throw them in the trash?

I'm not going to be a dick in her birthday. I'm going to call a local bake shop in Sarasota to send her a cake for her birthday, I don't want her to think that I dislike her. I love her so much but after all the things that's been happening I just love her a little less.

I unlock my phone and Google some bake shops in Sarasota that can deliver the cake in the morning of her birthday. I find "The Lollicake Queen" bakery and save their phone number in my contact list. I'll make a call after lunch.

"Harry, we are here," Paul taps my shoulder and I smile at him. I grab my bag and hurry inside the studio.

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I haven't quite cooperated today in lyric writing because I'm so disturbed of whether I'll call Angie in the morning to greet her. It's lunch time and they order Pizzas and I sit in the corner of the couch. I need to call the bakery.