If It's What You Want A Harry Styles Fanfiction || h. s.

Chapter 10

Am I a jerk for leaving him in the dark, she wondered. What would I say anyway? It would only make him feel worse. Besides, he wasn't likely to be nearly as interested in her if he learned the truth. It would be best to simply leave the situation alone. He'll be filming, I'll be in London soon. Give it a few days, I will barely cross his mind, she reasoned with herself.
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When she arrived home, her aunt and uncle's windows were still dark. She pulled in the drive and drove to the back half of the property to park her car near the bungalow. Once inside, she dropped her things on the coffee table and went to get a bottle of water from the fridge. Stretching out on the sofa, she turned on the news intending to watch for about an hour or so before calling her uncle to make sure he was up.

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She heard an irritating noise from far away. The sound was persistent and seemed to grow louder. A fog seemed to lift from her brain when she began to roll over and stretch. What is that damned noise. Jesus. Can I just sleep? The sound stopped only to resume seconds later. Finally, she opened her eyes and groped around until she found the source. The display was blurry until she slipped on her glasses.

"What the hell do you want?" she asked grumpily into the phone.

"Good morning, sunshine," said Steve.

"Steve, I haven't been to bed. I . . ."

"So, the sofa, the shower . . ."

"Shut up," she said.

"Okay. If you won't tell me anything, I'll tell you all about my morning," he said happily.

"I don't want to talk at all."

"That bad?" he asked surprised.

"Steve, I . . . things didn't end on a good note. He had questions I kept circumventing. I guess he finally got tired of it and politely showed me to the door."

"What's the big deal, honey? Just tell him."

"My feelings about this whole thing are really complicated. Telling him would serve no purpose. It's not like anything would happen anyway."

"I think it's a mistake, but you know I'm with you no matter what you decide. Now it's my turn!"

"Go ahead," she said good naturedly.

"Well, Eric agreed to come to my place."

"Eric?"

"You remember. The waiter from Mayhem."

"Right. He is really good-looking," she said.

"We hung out, made out, are going out tomorrow night!" he said excitedly.

"I'm really happy for you. It's always at the most unexpected moment you meet someone," she said trying to sound happy for him.

"Listen, I am really sorry things didn't go well for you. I know you've got a lot on your plate. I'll let you go. Love you."

"I love you too," she said.

"Bye," he said blowing a kiss over the phone.

"Talk to you later."

After disconnecting the call, she checked the time on her phone. Great, just great. It's 10:30 now. She wondered why her aunt or uncle had not called her. She dialed her uncle's number.

"Good morning, Ashley."

"Good morning, Uncle Raymond. How are you?"

"Good, good."