Late (p.w)

fifteen - burps & paranoia

disclaimer: lots of dialog 

"whitnee? what the fuck." harry says in a groggy voice.

"how'd you know it was me." i gasp.

"caller ID" he says bluntly, "what do you want?". i don't get why he's being so harsh, i just wanted to say hi.

"i have a secret." i say childishly.

"well what's your secret whit, it's almost two in the morning just tell me." he says dismissively.

"you have to guess." i grin.

"what? starbucks bought your shop, because they just loved, your special snowflake, indie vibe you pull off, so now you might get more than one customer per day." he condescends.

"that was mean." i say.

"i'm just playing arou-" he says before i cut him off.

"oh and i actually have quite a few customers now, thanks to your party actually."

"you're welcome." he says.

"okay, and since you're horrible at guessing, i'll enlighten you," i chime, "i am super duper high right now."

"on what?" harry says in a deeper serious voice.

"weed." i drag out.

" did zayn let you smoke?" he says enraged.

"yes what's the big deal it's just weed?" i scoff.

"whit, you're by yourself, it's your first time, i just don't want you doing anything dumb, like going out."

"i'm an independent woman, you don't control me." i say in a cheesy tone. it was supposed to come out powerful.

"you know what i mean, your mom won't be too happy that your found with your brains splattered on the pavement because you decided to go and approach the wrong person at the wrong time." he rambles.

"don't get mad at zayn, or lizzy, i wanted to do it on my own." i imply.

"lizzy too? jesus christ." he scolds.

"they were really nice to me, they bought me food and played good music, which i asked lizzy to text me the songs, even though i haven't gotten the message yet." i say.

"yeah probably because they're too busy fucking." harry says bluntly.

i don't reply because hearing that weirded me out imagining zayn and lizzy doing it. i look away from the edge of my coffee table i had my attention on because all i can imagine is zayn and lizzy, and i find a button on my sofa to focus on instead.

"why so quiet, you uncomfortable with the idea of sex?" he teases.

"n-no." i stutter.

"it's okay if your uncomfortable, lots of virgins are shy about it." he continues.

"i'm not one." i reply quickly.

harry then begins to laugh, and i feel my high begin to go down.

"hey stop laughing." i whine, harry then begins laughing even harder. "you think i'm not worthy of someone wanting me that way huh? well someone has, one person, and maybe we didn't go all the way but we went to 2nd base so there's that." i rant.

"no, i'm not laughing because i think you're not worthy, it's just funny to imagine sweet, little ol' whitnee getting it on." he says catching his breath, "who was the guy?"

"this senior. i was a freshman and he asked me to go to the movies with him." i say.

"okay, continue, i wanna know all the details." he says in a valley girl voice.