I stared at the fridge again, opening and then closing the door quickly, hoping that something would magically appear in it.
I'd been doing this for the past couple of hours and so far I've had no luck.
Milk, butter, Chinese, pancakes; I observed, the door wide open.
Flinging it shut, I counted until ten before opening it.
Milk, butter, Chinese, pancakes.
I groaned aloud, slamming the fridge shut. The pantry had literally nothing in it but tea and sugar, and Harry still expected me to make a meal.
I glanced at the clock- It said it was 3:30pm- Two and a half hours until Harry was due to come home.
"Fuck." I swore out loud, reaching for the iPhone on the counter, swinging it into my palm carelessly. I give up, Im just going to have to tell him- no matter what happens.
I dialed the emergency number for the police, ambulance, and fire brigade, curious to see if it would get redirected or not.
It answered before it even truly rang.
"Styles," He snapped, his voice clipped.
"I-Uh, um." Oh my fucking god what was I DOING.
"Hannah," He breathed into the phone, recognition in his voice. His attention was now on me. "What brings you to call at this time?"
He sounded.. almost polite? He must have company.
My suspicions were confirmed, voices in the background chatted away.
"I.. um, we- I need grocery's to cook." I blurted awkwardly, loosing my fierceness over the phone.
"Dinners off." He said snappily.
"It is?" I said, silently praying he'd let me go home.
"We are going out with some.." He paused. "Business associates of mine."
Business.
Business?
"You mean drugs-," I corrected, not thinking twice.
He inhaled sharply over the line. "I'll pick you up in ten, we'll go shopping then."
Harry... was going to bring me... GROCERY SHOPPING?
I was so shocked; I hadn't realized he had hung up on me, my phone beeping at the empty line. Flicking through my phone hastily, I set the timer for ten minutes- to see if he really was as good as he thought he was.
Sitting on the couch, my iPhone balancing on my knee as I waited. I turned upon hearing the front door unlatch, the sound of laughter filling the whole house.
"HAAAANNNNN-AAAAAAH" Louis called, bursting through the door flamboyantly.
I jumped up. "Hello Louis."
He walked over to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I stiffened, remembering he left me here with Harry, but he ignored it.
I noticed a blonde headed boy trailing in behind him, towing a large grey suitcase.
"This is Niall." He said, pointing to the boy.
"Hey-"
"Hi-" I said at the same time as him.
And then I listened to his voice- Irish.
He was that Niall.
The Niall that rang me that time I stole Harry's car.
