Reminiscent (Harry Styles)

Chapter 15

I wake up to the sound of my mom's blender whirring repeatedly. Today was Saturday and I wanted to sleep in. I groan as I sit up from my bed and check the time, 9am. My phone had no missed calls or text messages.

Even though we'd been broken up I missed his text messages and the calls randomly in the middle of the night.

I go back on instagram and look for the photo I'd seen last night but couldn't find it. Was it deleted? I wasn't imagining things and I knew I saw it, I should have screenshotted it.

I pull my laptop out from my backpack and go on facebook, Tyler already changed our relationship status.

My chest started to hurt again, I decide to deactivate my facebook to avoid random people I wasn't really friends with but friends with on facebook asking what happened between us.

My phone buzzes and I check it quickly, hoping it was Tyler but it wasn't. Why was I missing him so much when I hated the thought of being with him yesterday?

"Lilian" my mom calls out from downstairs, "come down here!"

I groan and get out of bed, stomping. It was hot and I didn't want to move or be bothered. When I get in the kitchen my mom hands me a smoothie, informing me she knew about the little break up. I ignore her questions about what happened between us, I can hear my dad laughing from the dining table.

I knew he was ecstatic but I didn't feel like bickering with him, not today at least.

"Are you done?" I ask after she'd been scolding at me for half an hour.

"Well you haven't told me why you two broke up so no" she snaps.

I roll my eyes and go back upstairs, she was too nosey for her own good. I shut my door behind me and grab a canvas, placing it on the easel and sitting in front of it.

I liked to paint because it allowed me to express myself, I grab the red paint and smear it all over, I was angry with Tyler for what I saw last night, blue paint because a part of me still loved him when I knew I shouldn't. Black because it was the only color to match my soul.

Here goes another day spent on painting.

Harry's POV

"Fuck I'm so drunk" I laugh as I chugged down a cup of beer.

The music was so loud I could hardly hear myself think. I walk outside to get fresh air, it was fucking crowded as shit in the frat house.

"Sup mate" Zayn says as he joins me, taking out a joint.

"Sup" I say as he hands it to me. "Surprised you're not with your girlfriend" I laugh as I hand it back to him.

He fake laughs and inhales the smoke.

"She said something about Lily breaking up with Tyler so she wanted to see her" he says, "you gonna call dibs?" He laughs.

"Fuck you" I laugh.

She finally broke up with him? She knew she deserved better and now she finally did it.

We finish smoking and head back inside, I felt stressless and carefree from smoking and drinking. I was cross faded, everything was funny. A guy spilled his beer on me and before I knew it I spilled his blood all over his clothes.

"Hey Harry" a girl says as he presses her breasts against my chest.

"Hi" I smile, "can I help you?"

She rolls her eyes and stands on her tip toes.

"I heard you can do things..."

I stare at her with confusion? Do things?