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○ 3.1 :: Waitin On You At the Doe ○

Dedicated to lunihar bc this is on her favourites reading list EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK

Loving all the Theresa hate comments tho you guys just make my life :)

BUT LOOK AT THE TITLE THO I'M SO PROUD *90 degree head tilt*

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"Please, please, please," I sobbed, desperately banging my fist on the door as I awaited an answer. I'd been knocking for the best part of a minute, and even I knew it was no use; the door remained unopened and the house remained silent, oblivious to my pain. The force of my fists banging against the door got weaker and weaker as the hope drained out of me, until they were just pathetic thuds that nobody would ever have a hope of hearing. "Please," I whispered, knowing nobody would come. It seemed every single member of the frat house either had a class or was currently out, because the house was completely still, a stark contrast to the lights and pulsating bass that resonated from it almost every night. Would there be a party tonight? I hoped not. I was avoiding my dorm, just in case Theresa came looking for me there.

Turning away from the door, I descended a couple of steps before sinking down onto the ground. For a moment I worried about ruining my dress, but then I remembered that it didn't matter, since I was never going to wear it anyway. I was done with my mother. I was just so done. I slipped off the heels that were starting to hurt my feet, placing them next to me. The cool, smooth stone of the steps felt slightly soothing against the soles of my feet, providing a sense of serenity that I hadn't had the chance to experience over the course of the torturous hours I'd had to spend 'bonding' with Theresa. I wiggled my toes, chuckling as I remembered how Harry had called her a 'stone cold bìtch' the first time they'd met. Anybody else would probably be angry about hearing somebody talk about their mother like that, but he wasn't exactly wrong. If he had been, I wouldn't be sitting outside his frat house right now instead of spending time with my mum.

Nobody had run after me when I'd legged it out of the shop. I vaguely remembered the attendant yelling after me, probably about the dress. She'd probably stopped caring after Edna had showed her the tag I'd thrown at her and paid for everything I wanted. Even so, I'd gotten on the first bus I saw, just to make sure that none of them could catch up to me. It was a lucky coincidence that the bus I'd chosen was heading in the right direction, because I was crying too much to pay attention to where I was going; I honestly could've ended up absolutely anywhere in the state I was in. Needless to say, I'd been on the recieving end of a lot of strange looks from people around me. Apparently, a girl in an expensive evening gown sobbing on the bus wasn't a common sight. Who knew?

I must have been quite a sight to see: I hadn't even been wearing my shoes when I sprinted down the street. I'd only put them on at some point after getting on the bus, because even though I quite liked public transport, all sorts of shìt ended up on bus floors that I didn't particularly want on my feet. The rest of the ride was spent trying to stifle my loud sobs and avoiding eye contact with any of the other passengers on the bus. In true London fashion, none of them had even attempted to calm me down or ask what was wrong, and it only made me feel that much more alone.

"Pumpkin?" A voice asked, sounding slightly distant. "Holy shìt, Pumpkin!" The sound of boots slapping against the gravel sounded as I raised my head from my knees to see a blurred Harry Styles running towards me. Originally, I had come here to talk to Liam or Niall or maybe even Louis, but I hadn't realized exactly what I needed until I saw Harry. I leapt to my feet just a mere second before he reached me, feeling the firm wall of his chest slam into so me hard I would've toppled over if it hadn't been for his arms holding me to him. Relief flooded every fibre of my being as his smell and his warmth clouded my senses, so sweet I could've cried.