Night: Harry Styles

Chapter Two

When I got home that night, I headed straight for the medicine cabinet. The music and overwhelming smell of smoke and liquor had given me a splitting head ache, like most nights. Popping the cap off the bottle of Advil, I swallowed two of them without water. Last months water bill had been too high so this month I was keeping close tabs on how much I used. 

My apartment was one bedroom that was about the size of a big bathroom. The kitchen only had a sink, stove with a row of cabinets above it, and a fridge. The 'living room' was as small as the bedroom, if not smaller, and the only thing in it was an old couch and coffee table with a few issues of Rolling Stone on it. The bathroom was right across from my room and the paint on the bathtub was peeling but it worked. My apartment was small and low-key, but I was only there during the day and all I did was sleep and have a meal there. 

I tossed my purse onto my bed before turning on the lights. It was easy to keep my bedroom clean, since there was so little to keep clean. I pulled my hair up into a sloppy bun while walking to the bathroom to wash my face. I brushed my teeth and changed into my pajamas before climbing into bed, flipping the lights back off. I laid on my back for awhile, just staring into the darkness. Before long, sleep got the best of me and drowned out my hateful thoughts. 

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I awoke the next morning, my headache replaced by a dry mouth. I guess thats what I get for hardly drinking anything yesterday, even with a headache. I threw the comforter off of me and walked into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard I filled it from the tap humming as I did so. I brought the glass the my lips, drawing a refreshing sip of water from it as I leaned my back against the counter. I remained still for five minutes until I thought to go and check my mailbox even though the only mail I ever got was bills and junk. 

Slipping on my flip flops as I unlocked the door, my thoughts drifted to the man from last night. I walked down the stairs and over to the mailboxes as I thought of his vibrant eyes and their intense stare. I jammed my key into my box and opened it up, surprised to see a fancy envelope sitting inside alone. My brows furrowed in confusion as I carefully withdrew it and slipped my thumbnail under the flap, tearing it open. 

The note inside was simple. It read, 

I hope to see you again tonight. 

-H.S.

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Okay, okay. I know this is short, and not very good but theres not much I could do with it. I just wanted you guys to get a feel of the way Carmen lived and her struggle for money. I'm not sure how much a pole dancer actually makes, so I have no idea if this is actually how one would live. Please vote, comment and shaare, I would appreciate it a lot! Thanks for reading, I love you!