Daylight (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Seven

Charlie's POV

I quickly snapped out of my hypnosis and agreed for him to buy me some coffee. I watch as he stands up and finds a place at the back of the order line.

Why am I like this? Mixing up my words, saying things I don't mean, and being shy. Well it's time to toughen up. Stop being a girl and show him how down to earth you really are. And be a slut. Isn't that what guys like?

I didn't notice I was staring. I come back to reality and realize I was staring at a table of three girls. And they were staring right back.

Brittney was trying to mouth words to me but I couldn't understand what she was trying to say. She dug into her purse and pulled out a pen and started to write on a napkin.

When she held up the chicken scratch it read, " How's it going?"

I gave them a thumbs up and a sarcastic smile. They all looked back at me with confusion.

I grabbed a napkin off the table and searched for a pen in my purse. The satchel was full of make up, crumpled dollar bills, and trash.

"Damn I need to clean this thing out!" I thought to myself.

My fingers wiggled around to find the stiff figure of a pen. Maybe there's one in the hidden side pocket. My fingers slid down into the pocket.

I felt something. Something small. Like a bag. My curiosity slowly pulled the object out and laid it on the table in front of me.

I couldn't believe it.

I quickly hid the substance in my hands and rushed to the restroom. Breanna must have saw the whole scene because she was right on my heels.

Once in the small restroom Breanna locked the door and whispered, " Are you fucking crazy?! Why did you bring that here?"

"I didn't know it was in my bag! I swear!"

"Just be glad that no one else saw it. Especially Harry!"

She looked worried and a little out of breath. But she was right, if Harry saw my secret addiction who knows what he would do. I stood there placing the bag on the sink.

"Now that I'm done yelling at you... lets take a bump," Bree said surprising me.

I thought about my friend's suggestion. I've been feeling a little sick all morning. I stared at the bag and realized that my withdrawal was worsening and that I needed the drug to get through the day. It might even help with my nerves.

I woke up from my internal debate and gave in. "Sure!" I stated giving her a smirk. Breanna had already opened the bag and was pouring the powder on my hand. Something's telling me she's having withdraws also.

"Oops!" She said and poured a little more than she intended. I didn't mind the extra powder.

Bree then poured about the same amount onto her hand emptying the bag and throwing it into the trash can.

We both inhaled the sweet drug. The left over powder formed a small mustache on both of our lips. We laughed at each other and shared the large mirror as we cleaned ourselves up.

"Alright, I better get out there," I said thinking of Harry.

Bree poked her head out of the restroom door. "It's clear," she announced.

We both slip out into the lobby, Bree walking to her table and I to mine. Harry sat there with two iced coffees.

"Hi!" I said while giggling. The side affects of my addiction were beginning to show.

"Oh good!" he said, " I thought you ditched me."

"Me? Why I would never!" I said with a southern accent. "You're way too cute!"

His cheeks turned pink as he smiled and looked at the floor.

"Hey I have an idea, why don't we take these to go?" I say as a grab my coffee off the table.

"Sure!" he says excitedly, "where do you wanna go?"

"Oh I don't know, the park!?"

He smiled in response and followed me to the door. I smirked at the girls as I took Harry's arm and left.

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I couldn't stop talking. Everything that came to my fuzzy mind I just blurted out to Harry. I barely gave him a chance to talk, and he just listened intently to my babble.

But it felt good. It was nice to be able to talk and talk to someone nonstop while they were actually listening. He actually cared about what I had to say even if it wasn't important.

Or maybe my mind was being tricked and he didn't care. Maybe he was annoyed with the way I spat words out without hesitation and was searching for a way to escape my verbal hurricane.

All of a sudden I felt sick. My once care free and flowing mind turned my stomach like soured milk. My heart dropped and I could feel the blood drain from my face.

I stopped in mid sentence not worrying about the subject I was subconsciously discussing.

"And then what happened?" Harry asked.

I looked up at his tall figure. My tensed body relaxed. Every tight muscle was loosened. His features told me that he wasn't annoyed or bored. They told me that he was in fact listening like I thought before. They told me that I was right all along.

No boy has ever cared for me like that.

My emotions took over. I grabbed Harry's face, taking him by surprise, and kissed him forcefully.

At first, his lips were still. But then they moved in sync with mine, matching every movement.

"Oh, very interesting," he said once the kiss broke, acting as if that was the end of the story I was telling.

"I'd like to hear that story again."

~Author's Note~

OMG!!!! I thought my story got deleted but something funky went down and it's back now!

I literally died. But I'm okay now. :)

Well tell me what you think! And I know it took forever and I'm sorry but here ya go!

Hope you enjoy it!!

P.S. I just watched the 'This Is Us' trailer!! Cried a little but I got through the feels!!!

~ Court <3