Layna's POV
*the next day*
I woke up in a unfirmiliar room. It had blue walls and a flat screen tv and the bed had plaid blanket and a nightstand in the side. I got up and started to look around. Who's ever this room belongs to they must like football (soccer)! I came around to some photos but I couldn't tell who's who because of my massive hangover!
I heard the door creak. "Oh, you're up!" Harry said. "Yeah. Is this your room?" I ask "It is indeed!" he replied. "Nice. Hey did anything happen... with us....?" I asked shyly walking up to him. "I wish! No nothing happened." he chuckled.
"Oh." I said. "Why, did you want anything to happen?" he asked smirking? "No. I uh just had nothing to um say." I replied. He nodded in understandment. "Is anybody else here?" I asked. "My sister." H.arry said. "And..." I lead him on, "No one. "
I few hours later Harry and I were piled into his Range Rover and ready for our date.
I had changed into a high-lo dress, I had curled my hair, and I was wearing white heels. I have to give all credit to Gemma. I had no idea where we are going and I hope it's somewhere I'll enjoy. Not a restaurant. I don't eat!
"Here we are. Hope you're Hungery." Harry said. "Uh Harry. I can't go in. I'm sorry. I'll just walk back you can eat. " I said getting out of the car and started walking to the road. "Lay! Wait!" he said running after me. "What is it that's wrong? " he begged. "Harry..... I suffer from ..... anorexia."
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We had ended up on a park bench and I told him everything! I never left a detail out.
"Aww. Baby. Don't worry. It'll be okay. I promise."
"But what if it doesn't?" I asked. I was now balling all over Harry's white t shirt.
"It will. Come on. Let's take you home."
"NO! I can't go home. I just can't. "
" get some sleep in your own bed, and I'll text you in the morning."
I smiled as Harry kissed my temple.
I nervous for when I get home. What will my mom say? What about my dad!? Will they ask a million questions? I'm just really scared. Im now in Harry's RR and I'm shaking. Very badly. Harry had his gigantic hand in my knee and it feels good. I tried to fix my makeup as good as I possibly can.
The car stopped. I gasped and took and deep breath. "I'll text you." Harry said looking me straight in the eye with pure guilt. "It's not you're fault I'm like this. Bye Harry." I said shutting the door and walking up the stepstones. I looked back and seen no Harry. No car. No anything. My one chance to be happy is gone and I don't know when it's going to come again.
I quietly opened the door and seen Hershey on my dads lap. "Hi. " I said shyly. "Where we're you? You've been gone for 48 hours!" my mom yelled at me. "I was with Samantha." I replied. "That car that just left was NOT Samantha!" she yelled. "It was Harry. My SECOND friend. And I'm NOT going to stay away from him because he makes me happy."
"How can a ditch like that make you happy? He is ugly!" my dad shouted. "He's not ugly and DEFINETLY is not a ditch!" I shouted and stomped to my room.
I texted Harry.
Me: Hey . I'm already wishing I had stated with you now. Mt parents are yelling at me.
Harry: it'll be okay. If you want I can come over. It'll be okay. They are just yelling at you because they have nothing better to do
Me: yes. Come over. Please. Only if you sneak to the back there in a little door buried in the ground. Go in that and climb down the stairs and then there will be a ladder. Climb up that and that'll lead you to my bed room. Please hurry.
Harry: I'm on my way.
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