I groan in pain as my arm hits the bed side table. The last thing I remember last night, was seeing Bea and Harry, together. I must of blacked out. As I look down to the stinging sensation, my lower arms and wrists are neatly wrapped in a white sheet.
"Morning" Harry stands up from the chair next to my wardrobe, yawning.
"W-hat are you doing here?" I sit up, to only feel my body weight bring me back down.
He walks over to me, passing me some water and tablets. "Saving your ass." He smiles, a warming smile, concerned about me smile. "Yo-u didn't do it because of me did you?" He raises his eye brows.
Tell him, tell him it was him. "No, I just miss my parents." I lie.
"Oh" Is all he replies. I go to stand up, my legs becoming jelly. Harry launches his arm out and I grab a hold of it, keeping me steady.
"Im not seeing Bea any more." He looks down at me, placing his arm around my back and guiding me to the door.
"Oh,why?" Because he likes you and he wants to give you and him a chance. Not so likely.
He shrugs his shoulders. "Apart from being a half decent shag, she's too clingy." He laughs, I hate how he's had his dick in most girls. Grim, but it doesn't stop me from wanting to be with him 24/7.
"Oh," What else am I meant to say, well fucking done. "What about that brunette?" I question.
"Who sorry?" He guides me down the hall way, Zayn approaching us both.
"Carly" He smiles, bringing me in for a hug. I silently wince in pain as he squeezes tightly. "Harry" He nods.
"Ill see you later." Harry pat's Zayn's back and gives me a small smile before heading in the opposite direction of where we were meant to be going.
"Are you okay?" he questions as we slowly walk towards the cafeteria.
I slowly nod, "Yeah, sore." I half smile.
"Breakfast is on me." He smiles.
After spending an hour with Zayn, day dreaming about Harry while listning to him chat utter shit about an new ART opening down in Pullman, I said id go with him this weekend. I didn't really know what I was saying yes to, but he's a friend. After that dreadful hour, came another dreadful half an hour with Mr Payne, he asked me to show him what id wrote, I didn't bring it. I couldn't, ive wrote stuff about Harry in that book, he's obviously Harry's therapist too, things could get slightly more awkward. He still brought up my grandfather, I told him a bit more than last time. Only small things, like how he used to take me swimming every Saturday, how I stayed with him and my grandma most weekends, just little things that I remember about him.
And here I am now, stood outside Harry's door, its not even twelve o'clock and im at his door like a lost puppy. I knock on his door, immediately the door opens and his smile fades slightly. Not the person he was expecting.
"Oh, don't be too hurt by my arrival." I nudge him.
He doesn't see the funny side. "Ive got no easy way of breaking this to you, I have company. Female company and she'll be here any minute now." Right on cue, an older looking woman walks through the door. A cougar? Really?
"Ah, finally get to see my son." Son. I step out the way slightly as she pulls Harry into her arm's. "I have missed you." She kisses his cheek and I watch him go red.
"Mo..m" He pulls away from her and looks at me,
"Oh, hi Mrs Styles" I smile, I hate meeting friends parents.
