Serenity [h.s]

Hurt

"Because tonight shouldn't happen again, it's only a one time thing. We're only doing something for business. After that, we'll act like we don't even know each other."

Harry Styles

I dropped off Summer and left to my house. Not a word was said in the car after her statement at the ice cream shop.

I was pissed as hell but I had to shut my mouth and bite my tongue because I knew I'd see her on Monday to start on my painting.

I had to be patient. But bloody hell this woman, she likes to test me. She's so cold towards me and I don't even know why.

Once I've made it to my huge house, which gets lonely all the fucking time, I make way inside and greet Hillary, my house keeper, baking cookies and tidying up the mess she made while making the batter.

The smell of vanilla cupcakes fill my nostrils and my stomach grumbles even though I've eaten a while ago.

I head upstairs and enter my plain bedroom. Everything gets so boring after a while. I miss everyone, and barely seeing them makes me feel a hell lot more guilty because work is always taking up my time.

Always.

I shut the door behind me and soon undress;  the loneliness taking over.

-

Summer Lowal

I huffed as I sat in my bed, a scowl taking over my lips and my eyebrows furrowed.

First he barges in on me before I get a good fuck, second he takes me out to dinner thinking he'll charm me which may I say didn't work not one fucking bit, it just caused more hatred towards him.

And thirdly, I just fucking hate his existence and I want him out of my life.

For good.

After I paint this arsehole, I'm gonna make sure we never meet again. I'll band him from my gallery if it takes him to not interfere in my life. I huff once again and roll on my other side, looking out the night sky.

Why am I even thinking about him? He's already agitating as it is, I don't need him in my bloody mind, too.

Fuck the world and Harry Styles.

-

I groan as my phone rings for the tenth time this morning. Who the fuck is calling me this -

Oh. It's almost noon. Okay then I really need to get a grip. I lazily pick up.

"You better have a good excuse for calling me on a weekend,"

" Cara Spero di non aver disturbato voi," (Darling I hope I haven't disturbed you).  I shoot up and smile. My mother calls me and I'm like a little child.

"No, mama of course not, how are you?" I rub the sleep from my eyes and listen to her sweet voice.

"I'm swell darling, and you? Did you sleep well?" I smile.

"Yes I did thank you for asking," I half lie.

"You're welcome dear, so how's it been?" I chuckle.

"Mama, we were together on Friday, I'm just fine,"

I hear her smile. "I know, but anything could happen in a few days, you know, having dinner with Mr. Styles and all,"

Shut the fuck up, what.

I almost choke on my own spit. "What? How did you know we went out for dinner?"