Echoes {h.s.}

two.

                Scarlett
    I swirled the remainder of my wine around in its nearly empty glass before tipping it back and finishing it in one gulp. I looked around the living area of the apartment, smiling fondly at the sight of my three very best friends sprawled out in three very unflattering sleeping positions across the furniture and floor. I loved them endlessly, no matter how early they always fell asleep during our wine and movie nights.
    The sound of Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling declaring their love for one another in the pouring rain played faintly in the background as I went to pour myself another glass. If I was watching The Notebook, I was sure to be crying at some point, why not add more alcohol to the mix, right? I placed the half-empty wine bottle back in the freezer and made my way back toward the sound of light snoring, plopping back down on the couch and turning the television up slightly.
    I could feel myself inching closer and closer to the wine-induced state of mind that made me believe that the love stories in Nicholas Sparks novels truly exist, and that could only mean one thing... I needed a f.uckboy and a reality check, stat. I searched around for my phone that had slipped down between the cushions and opened up Facebook, thinking that surely the unfortunate selection of boys that I associated with in real life could snap me back into reality. I was right.
    I spent a solid ten minutes groaning at my friends engagement pictures and nearly crying at pug videos before I saw the little red notification pop up at the bottom of the screen.
    "That's weird..." I muttered to myself, "it's three in the morning, who's sending me Facebook friend requests?" I clicked on the notification, unable to smother my curiosity, and immediately threw my phone to the other side of the couch when I saw the answer to my question. "Oh my god Chandler..." I slowly rose from my place on the couch, backing away from the phone as if it were an explosive. "Chandler..." I nudged my sleeping best friend on the shoulder, only earning a groan and a halfhearted smack to the hand. "Chandler wake up, I need you to wake up right now, come on." I pushed against her shoulder significantly harder as I spoke, "Chandler I'm not kidding this is not a drill, GET UP!" Finally, she opened her eyes, not daring to move from her spot underneath the pile of blankets, squinting and glancing around the room.
    "Dear god, where's the fire, Scar? What the f.uck is going on? What time is it?" I could see her slowly coming back into a tipsy version of consciousness, rubbing her eyes and leaning up ever so slightly.
    "I got a friend request."
    "Scarlett, I swear to god I will pack my bags and move out-"
    "No, Chandler," I grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face me, "do you remember the hot guy from the theatre that I was telling you about when I got home the other day? Harry?" She nodded slightly, still not seeming to put two and two together, "Chandler... I just got a friend request..." And just like that, the girl was awake.
    "OH MY GOD" she yelled, bolting straight up from her chair and stumbling a little bit on the way to the kitchen area, "Oh my god, oh my god."
    "I know."
    "Oh my god. Let me see it, what are you thinking? Where is your phone?" she rambled, still stumbling around half naked and looking all over the kitchen for some magical answer to her question.
    "I threw it."
    "You threw it?" she stopped, standing up straight and looking at me, "What do you mean you threw it?"
    "He's hot, Chan, it startled me, I threw my phone. Hang on, I'll get it. Sober up, I need you to be awake for this." I said, walking back to the couch and grabbing my phone from where it landed, dangerously close to falling and cracking again. I unlocked it and watched it open back up to the same screen, where a smirking Harry holding a beer bottle and wearing a beanie stared back at me, seemingly beckoning me to stalk his profile. I started to hand my phone to Chandler and then stopped. "Do not drop my phone. I will kill you." As soon as I saw a little bit of clarity return to her eyes I handed the phone over, immediately watching her jaw drop and her fingers start working their way down his wall.
    "Holy f.ucking s.hit, you told me he was hot, you did't tell me he was a greek god. Damn, Scar. F.uck, I just... F.uck" I snatched my phone away from her before she could start accidentally liking pictures from two years ago. "So... accept the friend request, what are you waiting for?"
    "But I can't just accept it that fast. He's going to know that I'm eager... I don't want to seem weird."
    "Scarlett... How do I put this? Hhe's only met you once, he only knows your first name and that you're friends with Colton, and he just sent you a friend request at three in the morning. I don't think you have to worry about looking like the weird one."
    "Fair point..." I hesitated, "well made. Okay, I'm gonna do it." I looked at her before hitting accept and swiftly locking my phone and throwing it back over onto the couch. I turned back around to see Chandler giving me a snarky look and sipping the wine out of my full glass. I gave her look right back before grabbing another glass and pouring more wine into it.
    "Now we wait." she said cunningly.
    "We wait on nothing. I probably just popped up in his suggested friends section and he accidentally added me or something." I took a long sip from my glass, "I'm sure it's no big deal."
    "Hot guys don't just accidentally add you on Facebook at three in the morning, Scarlett, it's not just no big-" she was cut off by the sound of my messenger app alerting me of a new notification. My eyes grew large as a wide grin spread across her face. "See? I bet that's your new boyfriend. Better go see what he wants, ask him when the wedding is!"
    "Oh, shut up," I said, laughing, "he's not my boyfriend, I don't even know him. That's probably not even him." My actions contradicted my nonchalant words as I lunged for my phone, quickly unlocking it and opening the app. Sure enough, I had one new message in my inbox from a certain beanie-clad boy.

Harry Styles:
Who needs beauty sleep when you're as gorgeous as Scarlett Buchanan? ;) What are you doing up so late?

"Chandler... Oh my god."

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A/N
Hey fun fact, this is loosely based on actual events that happened in my life.
If only it were Harry Styles that sent me that message in real life...

Until next time!
Xoxo, Lo