Butterflies (A Harry Styles Love Story) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3 - Phone Call

It was the night after the quiz, I was browsing the internet on my laptop, doing a spot of online shopping as I sat on the bed, wearing a massively oversized green checked shirt whish was far too long on my arms – resulting in me rolling them up and it went down to my mid thigh. As I heard rain start to pour down outside I went to close the blinds. Wandering over to the window, I looked out, there were two guys sat on a bench outside The Dog, one of which was smoking, a habit which I despised. Just as I lowered the blind, the guy who wasn’t smoking looked up to my window. Harry. He smirked at me. I quickly lowered my blind and scrambled back onto my bed.

There was a harsh knock at my door a couple of minutes later, hoping that it was Niall or one of the other people I had become somewhat friends with after the quiz the night before, I opened the door. Harry was stood there, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, he looked up at I opened the door and smirked. This boy had a habit of smirking; smiling was so much more attractive.  Before I could say anything he had pushed his way past me, standing over by my window.

“What do you want Harry?” I asked, letting the door close as I released it, folding my arms across my chest I looked at the curly haired lad expectantly.

“Nothing,” he responded, his attention was focused upon the view from my window. He had pushed apart two of the wooden blind slates apart with his thumb and index finger, his head stooped slightly in order to look through the gap. “I just wanted to know why you were so preoccupied with staring at me earlier,”

“W-what?” I asked, confused as to what he mean. He removed his thumb and finger from the blinds, letting them snap shut before confidently striding over to me.

“You know what I mean. I am not interested in you. So. Back. Off.” He commanded, his voice becoming angry.

“I-I wasn’t staring?” I stammered. Harry’s hands balled into fists by his side.

“I don’t have time for people like you, I don’t want you invading my business. You were looking Jennifer, and I don’t like that. Don’t do it again.” He said, the volume of his voice increasing, a tinge of red appearing on his cheeks. With that he let out a deep breath and flung open the door to my dorm before exiting, slamming the door behind him. Leaving me shivering and shaking wondering what on earth just happened and what the hell I did wrong.

As I lay in bed, the situation with Harry kept replaying in my mind. He scared me, he seemed like a bad guy, I wanted to avoid him, but he knew where my dorm was now. At least he didn’t like me too right? That means he won’t come back? I sighed and reached for my phone. I dialled Adam’s number, wanting to hear his voice. I didn’t think it wise to tell him about Harry; that would just cause far too much stress – I didn’t want him worrying about me, I was nearly 21 and was easily old enough to take care of myself.

“Hello, Adam’s phone,” came a female voice as I eventually got through after ringing three times.

“Oh erm, is Adam there?” I queried, unsure as to why this girl was answering his phone.

“He’s just in the shower at the moment, I can get him to ring you back?” her sickly sweet voice suggested, I bit my lip thinking for a moment.

“Actually it’s alright I-“ I stopped talking when I heard voices on the other end of the line.

“Babe why are you on my phone? Who is it?” “I erm don’t know I never quite got the name, they want to speak to you.” “Tell them I’m busy, now hurry up and get in here before all the hot water goes!”

I felt sick. Babe. Busy. Shower. I felt sick right to my core. Adam was cheating on me. He fucking cheated on me.

“I’m sorry Adam’s busy, he’ll get-“ I didn’t listen to whatever she had to say, I hung up and threw my phone against the wall, sobbing as tears rolled down my cheeks.

I knocked on Niall’s door, within a few seconds he’d swung it open.

“Jennifer. Shit Jennifer what’s wrong?” he asked, pulling me into his arms and closing the door behind me as he hugged me tightly.

“He cheated on me.” Was all I could say.