After work I head back to Harry’s place for dinner. It’s early for dinner so I might change before I head over there. My phone rings in the cup holder.
“Hello?”
“Hey Carmen, are you on your way?” I can here he’s multitasking the way his voice sounds like he’s not totally focused on this call. His voice is also strained, like he’s holding his phone with his cheek.
“Yeah I’m on my way right now. Did you need me to pick anything up?”
“Why are you on the phone if you’re driving my car!” He yells. I can’t really tell if he’s joking or not.
“Sorry, sorry.” I sigh.
“Well since we’re already on the phone is there anything you really wanted for dinner?” His voice is calm now so I assume he was joking.
“No I’ll eat anything. I’m in the driveway now.” The line goes dead as the front door swings open.
“My baby!” Harry runs over and hugs the car, jokingly.
“How sweet you are.” I say flatly, fake smiling.
“Aw I’m just kidding. Come inside and we’ll hang out until the food’s ready.”
“Do you have anything I could change into?” I didn’t remember to stop by my house after he called. His attention is turned to his phone.
“Yeah it’s in my dresser. You know where it is.” He doesn’t look up from his phone so I go upstairs to find it myself. His mood changes from excited to distant so fast it makes my head spin.
His dresser is full of un-folded clothes he’s just shoved in here. I find a red t-shirt and that hits mid-thigh and pull my hair into a ponytail. I should have packed clothes for afterwards but I guess I did forget I even had a job this morning. None of the shorts clean have a drawstring so why bother. I’ll have to be careful on how I sit since I don’t have shorts on.
“Thanks.” I say to Harry. He’s on the couch still looking at his phone.
“Huh.” He nods, he doesn’t look up though.
“So what do you want to do?” No response. If he didn’t want me to come over he should’ve called and told me. “Well I’m going to the bathroom then.”
When I get back he still hasn’t moved. I grab his phone from his hand. This works and he snaps up to look at me.
“What Cameron?” Cameron? He snatches his phone from me and shoves it in his back pocket.
“I asked you a question.” I cross my arms.
“When?” He is just as annoyed as I am, this is not going to end well.
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Fake (Harry Styles)
Fanfiction"What are you most afraid of?" "Losing you." This story is under some MAJOR editing, but I have decided, after a almost a year off, to bring it back. Comment if you would like to help edit, come up with characters or plot some things in the story...
