insanity // h.s

nine

Song of the Chapter-

The Scientist, Coldplay

Harry's POV

I woke up the next morning, light beaming into the room, and my mouth was abnormally dry. I didn't know what time it was, but it had to be morning considering the sunshine that beamed in through the curtains. I rubbed my eyes and hauled myself off of the couch, and began sauntering into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

I heaved a sigh of relief when I finished the glass, and set it into the sink. I turned to walk out of the kitchen and go back into the living room, and stopped in my tracks. Sitting there, on my floor, was a single envelope where the mail usually was.

But it was Sunday. The mail doesn't come today.

"What the fuck," I muttered to myself, bending down to pick up the envelope.

There wasn't anything on it besides the words 'Harry Styles' scribbled on the front. No return address, there wasn't even my own address. It had to be hand delivered, but I don't know anyone who would just stop by and slide an envelope under my door.

I walked over and sat on the arm of my couch, the envelope still in my hand, and ripped it open.

I was expecting to have some sort of letter in there, but instead a folded piece of paper fell out and landed onto my lap. I picked it up and unfolded it.

It was a check. Written for £900.

What the fuck? Who would have sent me a check for that much fucking money? I'm not dumb, it's obviously enough to pay my debt off. My guess would've been my mom, but she doesn't know I haven't been able to pay for the apartment.

Was it James? Maybe he finally came to his senses about our deal and realized what a dick he was being.

I dug my phone out of my back pocket and dialed his number, tapping my foot impatiently as I waited for him to answer the phone.

"Hello," his tired voice rang in through the other end.

"So, you finally came to your senses, huh?" I accused, a smirk creeping its way to my face.

"What are you talking about?" He groaned.

My smirk flattened, "weren't you the one who sent the check?"

"No? What check?"

Fuck. "I got a check this morning," I explained, "for £900. Which is the exact amount as my debt. I thought you sent it."

"I didn't send you shit," he spat, "is there any other reason that your calling me at the ass crack of dawn?"

"It's 11:30," I dead panned, having looked at the time on my phone before I called him.

"Well, I didn't send you any check, and if that's all you wanted, I have a lot of shit to do today," then he hung up the phone.

Ass hole.

I ran my hands down my face in annoyance, I can't think of anyone else who knew about my debt. Besides...

Addie.

The name pops into my mind right away. She's the only one I told about my debt, and she's the only one who knew about the exact amount.

But what the hell is she doing with £900?

Before I knew it I was dialing her number. She picked up on the third ring.

"Hello," her voice came in from the other end.

"The weirdest thing just happened," I said, deciding this would go better if I got her to admit it.

"Oh," she questioned, "and what was that?"