too young for this { harry styles }

Chapter 39.

Two weeks after Harry left.

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He never called me. I don't know why I care but I do. Nobody ever calls me anymore. I guess that's what I get with changing my number.

Things have gotten worse than before. When I called Harry two days after he left, he never picked up. You'd think I'd know wherever he is because he is Harry Styles but the paparazzi don't seem to be doing a good job.

I don't know where I'm supposed to go.

I was walking in the lobby with Aine, and be both saw that magazine with Harry and I on the cover at the airport. I don't know why it took them so long to find out we are here.

Well, that I am here.

It's about time that picture surfaced.

I've lost it again. Not my sanity, that's long gone, but I've lost my common sense. I burnt my hair with a curling iron the other day, and I already have curly hair.

I've also found myself wanting to scream from not talking to anyone. I wished that someone would speak. You can only sign so much and it brings too much back.

Aine had just left when it happened. When everything went down.

I was sitting there on the little couch the hotel provides, scrolling twitter on my phone. Harry didn't post anything in two weeks and the last post was about the holes in a donut.

I was just wearing an old t-shirt and some sweatpants. My tattoo was now fully healed and my hair was a wreck. I'm only clean when Aine is around. My mascara was smeared from me rubbing under my eyes and my thighs ached because of how I run the hot water over them when I begin to lose it.

The same 90s radio station of Greece was playing with some Celine Dion song on. I was humming along when I heard it.

The knocking at the door brought me to my feet. I was in no condition to answer any door because of how I looked, but I did.

"Aine?" I questioned even though she wouldn't be able to hear me.

More knocking.

"I'm coming!" I exclaim, going faster to the door.

When I finally get there, I don't even hesitate to open the door because I was so hopeful of Harry coming home.

That's when I saw him in the doorway. His hair was in his eyes and dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.

I tried to not make it look like I was shocked that he had come. That he had known.

"Hi." I whispered awkwardly.

He tilts his head to the side, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Hi." He said back.

I laughed nervously, then frowned. "You didn't call."

"I didn't know I had to. Even if I could the circumstan-"

I sighed. "Yep. I got it."

He rolled his eyes, stepping in front of me at the threshold. "Mind if I come in?" He raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

I gestured for him to come in.

His hair was flying in every direction. He was acting like an ass but he clearly needs something.

Walking to the couch and crossing his legs he exclaimed,"I love what you've done with the place! You certainly are the decorator."

"It's what the hotel has here." I say in a monotone.