Homecoming [Harry Styles] *NEW*

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Pulling on a tank top and some tennis shoes, I headed downstairs. I felt like punching a wall and kicking something. After last night, I was basically pissed off at the world, but I'm sure anyone else would be. I knew that I needed to get my frustration and anger out. Louis was being a little shit last night, and I couldn't even think about Harry or his actions right now...

I'd woken up with texts from both of them, but ignored them all. Camila and I had hung out last night and talked about everything interesting thing there was to discuss that didn't involve parties or boys. I told her about my new job and she told me about some of her different classes.

It was Sunday and my aunt wanted me to come over for lunch again. I felt bad that I hadn't called her since the first day of Rush, but I was very busy at the same time... I loved her a lot, and I knew I had to make en effort. She's been there so much for me these past two years, especially with my mom gone.

Walking out the back door, I waved goodbye to a few girls standing around the kitchen. My car was in it's usual spot. It was still pretty early and I needed to clear my head of all this junk. I'd just park at my aunt's house and go for a run before lunch was finished. Easy.

I blasted the newest Taylor Swift song on the radio and sped down the empty streets. The sun was actually out today and it was warmer than usual- basically, what I would describe as the perfect day, besides the awful thoughts and images swirling around in my head at the moment.

I found myself thinking more and more about Caroline. I missed her. We'd grown up together and had this big dream to be sorority sisters together since we weren't real sisters. After that one day, something shut off in both of us, and I found myself wanting to talk to her, but how could I now? I'd end up yelling and she'd just get angrier. There was not point anyways. I couldn't blame her for what happened with Harry. It's not like she, or anyone for that matter, knew something was going on between us.

I wonder if she ever thought about me and missed being my friend too.

I saw my aunt Alice's cute little house at the end of the street and pulled into the driveway, which was thankfully unoccupied by any extra guests like last time. She must've heard me arrive and met me as I stepped out of the car. She threw her arms around me and pulled me close. Her usual worn-out jeans hung low on her hips and her shirt cut off just below her belly button.

"It's so good to see you again! I've missed you!" She said. She looked as good as ever, showing off her new highlights.

"I've missed you too." Her cheeks beamed and she brushed a strand of my hair back.

"Well, I know you wanted to get a run in, so I'll let you be. Lunch should be ready in about half and hour. Does that sound good?" She would always ask a bunch of little questions like that to make you feel like your opinions and yourself mattered. My mom didn that too...

"That sounds awesome, thank you."

She smiled, kissed the side of my head, and patted my shoulder. "Alright, well have fun then. You're already in better shape then I'll ever be!" She joked, rolling her eyes.

I laughed and watched as she went up the front steps and back into her house. I tightened my laces and put my headphones in before starting down the street. All I could think about was the image of Harry and Caroline last night... How she rolled her hips against him as she straddled his waist... His eyes and how she could make him feel... It made my stomach upset just thinking about it. I shouldn't be thinking about it...

I didn't really care about the Louis thing that much. He was sweet, but I couldn't expect someone like him to sleep with only person- me. Why should he? We weren't official or anything. Yeah, I was pissed off that he'd flipped on me about the Harry thing when he was screwing the rest of the student body, but oh well. All good things come to an end, I guess. I didn't really know what I was going to do now. Maybe later I'd read the messages he'd sent to try and cover his own ass.