Life On The Flip Side [Harry Styles AU]

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I'm back for now

And tbh I'm so not used to writing now because I spent a week not looking at Wattpad

Sorry if this is trash

Like me lol

Sorry if this chapter is gloomy AF I feel like death

Thanks CollegeBoard for your very hard APWH exam.

Analyze the continuities and change of my mood in this chapter.

Only people who take APWH know what I'm talking about

Lol inside jokes

K bye

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Some time after Harry and I finalized our relationship status, we declared our goodbyes and parted ways.

It hasn't even been an hour yet and I already miss the feeling of his soft lips against mine.

I sigh and kick at a rock, expecting it to skid across the pavement of the street that leads to Regina and Zayn's house. Instead, I find myself groaning in pain as the front of my foot throbs from the impact.

The sky, once a bright blue, now turns grey with the possible onset of rain. I limp my way up the driveway and make my way to the front door. Before I have the chance to raise my hand to knock, the wind picks up, causing the door to slowly open with a haunting creak.

I cautiously step inside, afraid there might be a burglar of some sort in the house. "Hello?" I call out.

Nothing.

The sound of rustling from upstairs stops me in my tracks. Is someone actually here? If so, did they hear me?

I look out for a possible weapon, and finally settle on an umbrella I find in a closet. Everything in this house is so expensive looking -- something I didn't originally expect from Zayn. He always dresses like he can only afford to wear black. Maybe that's what's so mysterious about him; he doesn't seem to let a lot of people in. Sure, he's kind and compassionate, but he doesn't give off that vibe when you first lay your eyes on him.

The marble floor squeaks underneath my shoes as I continue to attempt my stealthy travel up the stairs without being noticed. As soon as the rustling started, it ceases.

My heartbeat quickens. Maybe it's merely a dog? But Zayn never mentioned owning a dog.

I withdraw a deep breath and run up the marble staircase, the banister-that-is-probably-made-out-of-gold awakening the nerves in my hand with being cold as ice. My grip on the umbrella tightens as the sounds pick up again, this time even louder.

After counting to three, I storm into the room where the sound is coming from to find Ivy rummaging through drawers.

"You've got to be f.ucking kidding me." I groan. I drop the umbrella with a thud and cross my arms against my chest. I know I should keep a grip on it just in case, but I don't think Ivy would try to kill me herself.

She turns around and smiles at the sight of me. "Oh great, you made it!"

Ivy pauses her actions and sets down what appears to be lace underwear back into its drawer.