Dr. Harry Styles

Try

~ Harry's POV ~

I woke up in a confused daze. My head was killing me but I didn't have a drink or anything last night.

I checked the clock: 2:30 pm.

I've never slept in this late before.

I walked to my bathroom where I set the cup under the tap. I drank two glasses before the salty taste left my mouth.

I reached for my toothbrush, but something wasn't right.

Salty?

I blinked heavily and stared at my reflection in the mirror as soon as I realized what had happened.

The toothbrush slipped between my fingers into the sink as I turned around and stormed back to my bedroom.

I ripped open my closet door. The handle came off and I threw it on the floor out of anger.

Half, if not more of my clothes were gone.

I glanced over to my bookcase, and it was the same deal.

I should have listened to Liam.

I don't know why "Emily" didn't take my phone, but it was laying out in the open.

I turned it on and looked for her through my contacts. She deleted herself.

I opened my Internet app and typed in Harry Styles with my fingers moving like wildfire.

I'm just disappointed that I didn't see this coming.

~ Lucy's POV ~

Sam was fine. I helped her up. She explained to me that she probably just didn't eat enough or something.

We watched a movie and snacked on popcorn, and everything was fine.

"Okay well I better get out of your flat! We do have class tomorrow!" She laughed as she got off the couch.

I turned off the television and hopped on one foot over to her and gave her a hug.

"Thanks so much for everything Sammy," I laughed.

"I'm so glad we're friends," she said breaking out of our hug after a few seconds.

"See you tomorrow," I shouted behind her as she closed the door.

Call me a bad friend but I ran (Okay, hobbled full speed) straight to my laptop.

I didn't even watch that movie because I was so bothered why Harry would be on the news.

I was on my bed as I lifted up the screen and typed into Google. It was already on from before I left.

Latest News : Mystery Girlfriend sells Harry Style's Clothing.

What the hell did I just read?

I clicked frantically on the link and waited patiently for the page to load.

Breaking: Mystery Girlfriend Sells Harry Style's Clothing for Fast Cash

What the hell?

Insiders report that Harry's girlfriend, under the alias of a orthopedic surgeon named Emily has fled the country after selling over two and a half million pounds worth of the One Direction star's clothing.

I slapped the laptop shut and closed my eyes. I felt tears starting to escape between the corners.

Why do I even care about this Harry guy so much anyways? This isn't my problem. I knew "Emily" was rotten but I didn't think that she was that bad.

"Just remember, karma is a bitch, and I just renewed your prescription."

Wait a second. Sam. There's no way she could have anything to do with this. Or could she?

I grabbed my phone and opened the call app. I started to dial her number but I didn't know the ending.

"She's in my contacts so it shouldn't be hard to find," I whispered to myself.

I scrolled down the list of my contacts. First As, a few Bs.

No freaking way.

H. H for Harry.

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