Homecoming [Harry Styles] *NEW*

10

Pulling the towel out of my hair, I leaned over and shook my head, attempting to get some of the water out before I blow-dried it. Zayn should be here in about an hour, and I still had a lot to do to get ready.

Harry hadn't seemed pleased with the idea of us going out, but he'd made that very clear from the beginning and his opinion didn't matter to me. To give him credit, he wasn't as bad as I'd assumed, but that didn't mean anything more than maybe we could be friends. With benefits? No. Of course not.

I ran the dryer through my hair until it was good enough for me, then brushed through and curled the ends. I had no idea what kind of girls Zayn even liked, but he was the one who asked me out. I wasn't going to change myself for him, or at least, anymore than I'd been forced to change myself that is.

My phone buzzed with an unknown number. It wasn't Zayn's, since I'd saved his contact, so it wasn't important to me right now. I finished up my makeup and headed toward my room.

Camila popped up in the hallway with her phone in hand.

"Hey! You look nice," she smiled, observing my still towel-wrapped body and done-up head. I laughed at myself.

"Yeah, got myself a hot date tonight."

"Really? Is it the same guy we talked about at lunch?" She winked at me, but I shook my head. It was weird to think about what had happened between that conversation yesterday and now.

"No, this is a boy from my art class. He's pretty sweet and very cute." I felt my cheeks blush thinking about it. Zayn didn't tell me what we were doing, only that he would pick me up at the house.

"I hope you have fun then. Remember: safe sex is the best sex," she chirped as she opened her bedroom door across the hallway from mine.

"Good to know," I called back to her, though I was pretty damn positive there wouldn't be any sex tonight. Then again, who knew anymore? My body was beginning to become immune to the pleasure of it all. It was like I was just doing it to do it. None of it was fun for me anymore, and I wished I could feel something again. Louis couldn't do that for me.

Closing my door behind me, I crossed to my closet and looked for something nice. Zayn said it was semi-nice, which was basically the worst description of dress attire to ever tell a girl. It was easiest for me to slip on a dress and some tights. At least something like that could keep me warm and cute.

When finished, I glanced at the clock. Zayn would be here any minute. My phone began to ring again. While gathering my purse, I lifted the phone and answered it.

"Hello, who is this and why won't you stop calling me?" Alright. It wasn't the nicest way to answer, but I couldn't help but be on edge. I couldn't remember the last time a boy asked me on a genuine date like this.

"Uh, it's Harry."

"Harry? How the hell did you get my number?"

He just coughed into the phone. "When you left your phone in Louis' car, I called myself from it and got your number."

The sounded like a pretty shitty story, but I didn't want to deal with him right this moment. I sat on the edge of the bed and held the phone up with my shoulder while I made sure I had everything.

"What do you need, Harry? I'm busy-"

"Are you still going out with the Zach guy?"

"It's Zayn, and yes, he should be here any minute. Is there something you needed other than to bother me and try and talk me out of this?"

"Not really, no."

I sighed to myself- you could hear Harry's stupid giggle from the other end of the phone.