Roller Coaster || J.B

Chapter 18.

Skyler

I walking up the flight of stairs to 'my room'. I was still in shock about what had happened down there.

Justin and I just kissed. Not only kissed, but made the fuck out. Oh my god.

I opened the door and plopped down on the bed. I was so stressed. God, I have no clue what came over me. I just made out with my ex-boyfriend and his current girlfriend caught us. What kind of person am I?

I heard my phone vibrating on the floor charging. I sat up groaning because I was now feeling a horrible headache.

I walked over to my phone seeing that I had over 30 text messages and 10 missed calls.

All from the one and only, Harry Styles.

*Sky, you haven't texted me in a day...*

*Sky! Where the hell, are you?!*

*I'm starting to get really worried*

*God damn it Skyler. I swear if you don't reply to my texts, I'll call a search party for you!*

*Oh my god. What the actual fuck, Sky. Why the hell didn't you tell me you were in fucking Atlanta!?!?!*

*.....*

*I had to call your mum, to find that out! Sky! Call me ASAP!*

*Ughhhh, I miss you :(*

*I'll hop on a fucking plane if you don't reply to me in the next 30 minutes.*

And those were just SOME of the text messages he sent me in the past couple of hours.

I immediately pressed called and put my phone against my ear waiting for him to pick up.

"SKYLER?!?" He frantically yelled.

"Hi Harry." I quietly said playing with my bottom lip in the process.

I was scared shit-less of his reaction.

" 'Hi Harry?' ... Hi HARRY? SKYLER! Where the hell have you been!? I thought you fucking died! Don't you ever EVER do that to me again!" He screamed.

I felt like I was getting yelled at from my 'boyfriend' for not calling him back when I went on a one week vacation to freaking Cuba where I had no cellphone service. But no this is Harry and it has been a day. A fucking day.

"Harry can you relax! You're not even my boyfriend!" I screamed back completely regretting the words that had slipped out of my mouth.

The other side of the line got quiet.

"Harry I didn't me-"

"You know. You're absolutely right. I'm NOT your boyfriend, so I shouldn't give one fuck about you." He replied bluntly.

"Harry, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it like th-" I got interrupted again.

"Whatever Skyler. Call me when you get over yourself." He spat and hung up.

Crap..

This is exactly why I shouldn't drink. I do stupid shit.

I got up and staggered over to the closet. I put on my Mickey Mouse pajama shorts and a plain grey tank top. I walked back to my bed. Well tried to walk back. The alcohol wasn't 100% out of my body. I got inside my bed and instantly fell asleep.

***

"Sky..." A voice whispered.

"Hmmm?" I moaned.