As he sat in Starbucks at 3am with Sophie by his side, Harry flicked through his unread texts.
From: Mich
Received at : 2:20 am
Message: Get your arse here right now! There's something I need you to take care of down District...
From: Cal
Received at : 2:30 am
Message: Mich's gonna kill you! You seriously need to get here as quickly as you can Harry, something's happened downtown...
From: Ash
Received at : 2:40 am
Message: HARRY! Mich is going insane! Get your arse down here right fuckin' now, or your next on his hit list!
From: Luke
Received at : 2:49
Message: Harry, I'm not trying to freak you out here mate, but he's ready to fucking kill you, seriously. Meet us down District as quickly as you can.... :/
How was he supposed to end this with Sophie? "Hey, my drug dealer kinda needs me to go down District and sort something out with a guy who won't pay up..." Um, no. There's no way he could look in to her eyes and tell someone as innocent asSophie that. She wouldn't want to get involved with him if she knew that. As the moonlight shone through the window, Harry pulled out his phone.
Sent to : Mich, Cal, Luke, Ash
Message: Sorry guys, I've been asleep all night, feeling really ill. I'll be there soon, yeah?
"Harry, who are you texting at this time in the morning?" Sophie whispered softly, looking over his shoulder.
"Nobody important, just a guy from work seeing if I need a ride in tomorrow, but it's my day off..." Harry quickly tried to cover up, but it was clear from the look in her eyes that she didn't believe him. Harry wondered why she didn't question him further. Did he want her to? Did he want her to be more interested than she seemed? Was it absolutely ludicrous to want something more from his tattoo artists daughter whom he had only met about an hour ago? Probably so, but it didn't stop him from wondering if he just wasn't enough for her. Sure. he was a quite kind of guy, but if you got to know him, he could be a lot of fun. That's what he'd been told. Maybe he wasn't the best looking guy in the world, maybe he didn't have a lot of girls throwing themselves at him, but he could be an amazing boyfriend. Always loyal, always faithful, girls just didn't seem to treat him with equal respect. Sure, it hurt for a while, and it took a while to get over, but it wasn't that big of a deal. Sometimes he just wished that he could bubble wrap his heart, because in the end, he was always the one that ended up falling and breaking apart. It wasn't that he was looking for the perfect girl, because nobody was perfect, but he just wanted someone who was willing to put as much in to the relationship as he was. Was that so hard to find? Apparently so. After his last girlfriend, he'd sworn to himself that it was the last time he'd give up his heart without being more careful, but here he was again, back to square one, all too willing to throw everything away and let his walls down. There was no escaping from the heartache, that much was true, but he had to pull himself together, because it's always better late than never.
"Harry, are you sure you're alright?" Sophie asked, her sea blue eyes glinting in the reflection of the window.
"I'm fine, honestly, don't worry about me. We came here so I could get to know you a bit better, didn't we?" he asked happily.
They sat there for hours, talking about nothing really relevant, things that weren't important to either of them, just things that came up in conversation. It wasn't forced or strained, or even unwanted. It was just like they'd known each other for the longest time. Everything was just so easy and relaxed, and Harry wondered why he'd never seen Sophie before, but he was too scared to ask. He didn't want to seem to keen, just in case he had feelings she wouldn't reciprocate. As he finished his third coffee, Harry leaned closer to move a strand of hair from her face gently. Just as he did so, she leaned closer, catching him off guard as her lips came in to contact with hers. Moving his lips softly, he knew this was more than just a kiss, not just to him, but to both of them. As they kissed, he slowly ran his tongue across her lower lip, causing her to smirk, refusing entrance. Harry groaned against her lips, trying again, but once again she rejected, causing him to pull away.
"Not tonight Styles, we only just met..." she whispered against his neck before standing up.
"Same place, same time tomorrow night?" he asked.
"Sure thing" she smiled before leaving.
Just as Harry walked out of Starbucks, he felt himself being dragged around the corner.
"What the fuck?!" he bellowed.
"Sick? Sick my fuckin' arse Styles! We needed you down District and you blew us off for some blonde bitch!" Calum yelled, his face inches from Harry's.
"I didn't blow you off! I'm sorry I have a goddamn social life! And besides... She's not even blonde, you douchebag!"
"So you should be!" Michael called out from the darkness of the alley, his sound waves bouncing off of the walls and echoing around before he punched Harry hard, causing his nose to burst open, blood gushing to the floor, forming a pool around his feet as he fell to the ground.
"Michael... Michael I..." He called out in to the darkness, but it was no use, the guys were gone. Harry stood up. Holy fuck, his nose was broken, but he was too tired to go to the hospital. He trudged home with The Fray blasting loudly, leaving a bassy kind of sound ringing in his ears.
Tonight had been eventful....
