FLO'S POV-
I woke up the next morning lay on Harry's bare chest. I opened my eyes to see his swallow tattoos on his collarbones.
"We have to stop waking up like this," a raspy voice laughs. I look up into Harry's eyes.
"Do we?" I ask. Harry raises his eyebrows and then yawns.
"What time is it?" He asks. I check my watch and tell him that it's ten o'clock. "Shit! I was supposed to be in the studio half an hour ago!" He panics, jumping out of bed. He's only wearing his boxers and as he gets dress I know I should cover my eyes, but I don't. He pulls on a white t-shirt and skinny jeans. He pushes a beanie on top of his unruly hair and pops on his trusted brown boots.
"I have to go but I'll see you later," Harry says leaving his room. I hear the front door open and shut and Harry's car speed off down the street.
I think about getting up but there isn't really anything to do. Instead I roll over and lie on Harry's pillow, pretending he's still here as I drift off again.
This time I'm woken by my phone ringing.
"Hello?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.
"Flo? Are you alright?" Tom asks me on the other end.
"Oh hi, sorry I've just woken up," I tell him.
"But it's one o'clock," he laughs.
"Shut up, I'm pregnant," I joke.
"So listen I got work off tonight and I was wondering if we could go out again?" He asks me.
I wasn't expecting that. And what do I say? I don't really want to go, I'd rather spend my time tonight with Harry. I was starting to develop some serious feelings for him and I really needed to see if he felt the same way.
"Sorry Tom, I don't feel too good," I lie. "That's why I was asleep, to see if it made me feel better. But it hasn't, I'm sorry," I say, feeling a little bad. There was nothing wrong with Tom at all, it was just me.
"That's no problem, feel better soon beautiful," he says before hanging up. Was I the worst person in the world or what?
I dragged myself out of bed and did some chores around the house, busying myself waiting for Harry to get back.
Soon enough six o'clock came and Harry rushed in as I was watching tv.
"Hey," I say. "Hey sorry I gotta go get dressed, one sec," he tells me running upstairs. I wonder why he was in a rush. He came back down wearing a black shirt with a blazer over the top with the sleeves rolled up. He was wearing some pale blue skinny jeans and his boots.
"Where are you going?" I ask him, standing in the kitchen. He takes some money off the side and puts his phone in his pocket.
"I'm going on a date. Don't stay up for me," he smiles. He kisses me on the cheek and then rushes out the front door. You've got to be kidding me.
I blink back the tears in my eyes as I dial Tom's number.
"Hey I feel a lot better, can I still take you up on your offer?" I ask him.
"Of course," he laughs, "I'll pick you up in half an hour. I give him my address and go and get ready.
I couldn't believe I thought Harry would like me back. And after all he said yesterday I couldn't believe he had gone out on a date. Didn't he feel anything last night?
I had an amazing night out with Tom but I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. I refused Tom's invitation to go back to his for the night and drove home instead.
I changed into my comfiest pyjamas and snuggled up under my covers eventually dropping off.
I woke up and looked at the clock next to me. It was 2 o'clock in the morning. I licked my dry lips and tried to go back to sleep but I just couldn't. I decided to get a glass of water. I got out of bed and wobbled down the stairs in the night, not bothering to turn any lights on. I made my way to the kitchen and filled a glass with cold water. The liquid hydrated my throat and I sighed.
Suddenly I heard the front door open and voices filled the house.
"Shhh Sylvia, Flo will be asleep," I hear Harry whisper. I hide behind the wall, even though they wouldn't be able to see me through the dark anyway.
"It's a bit weird that you're living with this girl you knocked up," a girl says, I'm guessing Sylvia.
"Don't worry nothing's going on with her. I can't exactly leave her, she's carrying my baby," Harry tells her.
"Well that's good then," Sylvia flirts.
"Let's go to bed," I hear Harry whisper seductively and I feel like retching. Just hearing him be with somebody else was making me feel sick.
When I knew they were in Harry's room I crept back upstairs and crawled under the covers.
So he only cared about my baby, he didn't give a shit about me.
Well screw you Harry Styles, I thought, I was still going to have a life of my own.
