Wings ~ A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 7

Summer's P.O.V.

"We are heading to the lou," Perrie spoke meeting my groggy gaze.

Suddenly, Mia, Sydney, Eleanor and Perrie stood up and walked towards the restrooms.

I looked up at Harry as a tear trickled down my face. Why couldn't I be dead? I thought.

"WHAT!" Harry shouted.

"I spoke out loud?" I said in a hushed voice. Harry nodded vigorously. "Can we go?"

Mia and the rest of the gang came back from their pee break as Harry lifted me off his lap.

"We are leaving. Catch a ride back," Harry spit, obviously annoyed at my comment.

"Fine," Niall looked at me with pain in his eyes.

"Boys I-"

"Let's go." Harry grabbed my wrist and tugged me. "I'm calling a counselor." He said as we exited the building.

"Mhm," I nodded as pain flashed through my body.

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After Harry made me an appointment with his mother's favorite counselor, he headed out to revisit his boyband.

I was left alone to sulk in my new room. It was painted a beautiful magenta color. The duvet was navy aztec print and the curtains were matching in pattern. My floors were enclosed by a beige carpet and a shaggy magenta circular rug.

As I lay staring at my ceiling fan intricately circling millions of times, Mia and El texted me around ten times.

I rolled over and read them.

11 new messages

Haz: Are you okay, love? x H

El: Hey babe! Call me?

Mia: Answer

Mia: Your

Mia: Damn

Mia: Phone

Mia: Summer

I scrolled through the remaining messages and noticed they were all emojis sent from Mia.

I opened up my contacts and tapped Eleanor's number. The screen flashed 'CALLING EL' as I waited patiently.

"Hey, Sum," she answered politely.

"Hey, El. Do you know where Harry is?" I asked innocently.

"Um, yeah, he's with his date...at the Italian resturaunt down the road from Louis' flat." I was in complete utter shock.

"What...oh cool."

"You didn't know?" Eleanor was as confused as I was.

"Dare I ask...how long has this been going on?" I questioned, storming into Harry's room and snatching his laptop.

"Since Louis introduced him to her, three years ago,' she hesitated.

I opened word and began to type vigorously. The screen soon read in overly large, red letters:

FUCK YOU HARRY FUCKING STYLES!!!!!

I slammed the top down and stormed to the coat rack, grabbing my purple hoodie.

El pulled into the driveway and popped open the front door.

"SUM!" Eleanor slammed her car door as she ended our call. "Hop in loser we're going busting."

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"Stay back while I go inside," El warned as she entered. Her eyes went wide and she turned around, pointing to a couple sitting at a booth snogging.