Constant // Harry Styles

Chapter Five: "So here I am."

On Saturday afternoon, I was stunned at the fact that I had completed all of my homework for the weekend, something that didn't usually happen until late on Sunday night. I had cleaned and rearranged my room. I'd scrubbed every corner of my bathroom and washed the sheets on my bed, as well as all of my clothes. This wasn't because I was feeling particularly motivated that morning. I was trying to do anything and everything to keep my mind off of Cameron. My heart was breaking more and more just knowing that he was kissing Megan and allowing that rude girl to boss him around. He really did need to grow up, like Harry said. He needed to be his own boss and start taking care of himself. I was angry at myself for babying him for so long. I felt like I was the reason that he was the way he was.

I was trying so hard to keep myself occupied that I even went as far as sitting in the living room and asking Eliza how her day was going. She slowly looked up at me from her computer, cocked her head, and told me to fuc.k off. I did without being asked a second time. When my phone rang, I was half-expecting to see my mother's name on the screen, but instead, it was an unlisted number. I never answered the phone for a number I didn't know, but what else did I have to do?

"Hello?" I asked, raising the phone to my ear and holding it against my shoulder. I twisted open a bottle of baby blue nail polish and let the paint drip onto one of my nails.

"Rory."

"Harry?"

"How are you?" He asked.

"Fine," I said slowly. "How did you get my number?"

"From Cameron," he said.

"What did he say?"

Harry hesitated. To be honest, I don't totally know what I meant by my question either. "He gave it to me... he seemed a little hesitant at first, but he still wrote it down for me."

I sighed. "What happened to not reaching out to me? I thought you were waiting for me to call you."

"Well it never would have happened, would it have?"

"Probably not," I admitted.

"So here I am."

"So here you are," I repeated. "What can I help you with?"

"Come to a party with me," Harry proposed.

"No fu.cking way," I snorted. "Did you honestly think I would step into the Kappa Sig house after a week like this?"

"A week like this..." Harry repeated, clearly laughing at my situation. I was offended. If he truly knew the emotions I felt toward Cameron he would understand that it really was a hell of a week for me. Or, a hell of a last 24-hours at least. "It's not a Kappa Sig party. I mean, they're having one tonight but I'm not going. It's a get-together for my French club."

"I don't know French."

"You don't have to," Harry laughed. "I have an available plus-one and I thought I would ask you."

"Did you ask someone else initially?" 

"No." 

"It's a little late to be asking," I said, peeking at the clock on my wall.

"It happens," Harry said. "Come with me." 

"You're being a bit demanding, don't you think?"

"Okay, you should come with me." 

"Won't you get in trouble for skipping your frat party?" I asked.

Harry laughed. "They're already drunk over here, they won't even know I'm gone. You should come with me."