Something else // L.S

Chapter 3

Harry's POV

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringtone going off. I groan, rolling over to grab my phone from my bedside table. I grab my phone, it’s only 10pm, and I’d been asleep for 5 hours, argh. I answer my phone not checking who was calling:

“Hello?” I question, yawning.         

“Harry? Did I wake you?” They question. Shit. I’d recognise that voice anywhere...its George.

“George?” I ask, already knowing it was him.

“Yes, its George, Why haven’t you been answering any of my messages, I want to explain everything.” He tells me. Pfft, I didn’t want to listen to anything or any excuses he had about what happened. Nothing he could say would make me forgive him.

“I don’t want to talk to you! You cheated on me when you said you loved me and you broke my heart! Now leave me alone!” I scream into the phone. Without giving him a chance to reply I hang up the phone, slamming it down next to me. I lay my head back on my pillow; I don’t know how he thinks I will forgive him, because I won’t.

Anyways, Louis was coming over tomorrow, and I was really nervous. I mean, he’d see my house, how rich I was and would probably give me shit for it at school...

I wake up to the sound of my alarm; I must’ve drifted off last night after the awkward phone call with George.

It was 9am; Louis was coming over at 3pm to work on the song we had to write for Music class. I was a little nervous about it, I mean, c’mon; my BULLY was coming over to MY house. Probably the worst idea, but I didn’t really want to go over to Louis’, I felt safer knowing I was in my own home.

I jumped out of bed and grab my white t-shirt and black skinny leg jeans out of my wardrobe. Yes, I did dress differently when I wasn’t at school, I’m like a completely different person when I’m not at school; I wear my hair different, I dress different, I show off my tattoos, I don’t stutter and imp treated with respect.

I walk into my bathroom, throwing my clothes onto the floor, taking off my boxers and get into the shower. I walk under the shower, letting the water wash out the gel I had left in my hair over night.

I only had a quick shower. I walk out the shower, grabbing a towel from the towel hanger. I wrap it around my waist, cleaning off the steam on the mirror. I grab another towel, drying my hair. Today i might wear my wavy curled hair out, I don’t really care if Louis see’s me like this, I hated putting gel in my hair and having to wash it out 24/7.

I dry my body, putting on my clothes. I put on my paper plane necklace and begin to put in my contacts. I really didn’t feel like wearing my glasses today, although I never did when I was home. I spray myself with deodorant and cologne then make my way back into my room.

I walk back into my room. I also forgot to mention, I’m getting a tattoo today. George had scheduled for an appointment today for me down at the tattoo shop. He had told me to get “I can’t change”. Which I didn’t think was a bad idea, and I’m still going to get it done. Not for George though, for myself. I was bi-sexual and I wanted a tattoo to express that.

I sat down on my bed, grabbing my phone off its charger. 10am, I still had an hour until I left to get my tattoo done, which I was abit nervous about.

I stood up and made my way out of my room, down the hallway, down the stairs and into the kitchen where mum was sitting at the bench.

“Morning mum” I say, sitting up on the stool next to her.

“Morning love” She replies, taking a sip of her coffee. She passes me mine, and continue’s to drink.