Sweaters [hs]

four

The television screen light flickered on her fast, casting shadows upon her tear stricken face. Her hair was forcefully tucked behind her ear, her frail fingers desperately trying to comb out the knots. She jumped off the edge of the bed, pacing back and forth across the messy room; gripping the ends of her hair.

After Harry had asked that question, Noah couldn’t stand to sit there and explain the godawful habit she had picked up ever since her father’s death. She had ran out on their first date, and kept running until she was in the safety of her apartment.

Now here she was, crying her eyes out, the guilt eating her up inside.

On the nightstand, her phone buzzed with a new text message.

Harry :)

Is everything alright ?

 

She sniffled, and mustered up a short response.

To: Harry :)

yeah, i’m sorry for leaving like that .

 

Harry’s response was quick, and short.

Harry :)

It’s alright . Are you busy right now ?

 

Noah frowned, but answered his question anyway, shaking her head.

To: Harry :)

no , I’m not busy right now . did you want something ?

 

Noah already knew what he wanted, she bit her lip in thought.

Harry :)

Can I come over ? I can bring food.

 

To: Harry :)

no .

 

 

Noah had no idea why she was turning him down; she just couldn’t bare seeing him after she had dashed on their date, leaving him to pay the tip.

She placed her phone back down in it’s place, and padded to her bathroom; preparing for a shower.

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Noah:

no .

 

 

Harry couldn’t put his finger on why she was avoiding him. Was it something he had done, or failed to do?

His thoughts were interrupted by Louis barging in his room, holding a football.

“Harry, the boys and I were going to go down to the park to play a little game of football. You in?” Louis bounced the ball on his knee, waiting for a response.

“No, I’ve got a test I need to study for. I’ll pass this time, Lou.” Harry smiled and headed over to his desk, opening a textbook; preparing to take notes.

“Alright then, mate.” Louis shut his door, leaving Harry to his studying.

No matter how hard he tried, Harry couldn’t seem to focus. His mind was distracted by Noah and her beauty.

He loved the way she was shy and quiet, opposite of his talkative and friendly personality. He liked how she always wore sweaters. It didn’t matter if it was near one hundred degrees, or near zero degrees; Noah always wore a sweater.

He picked up his phone, staring at the recent text she had sent.

To: Noah

Well, why not ? You’re not busy, you said so yourself .

 

Harry patiently waited for an answer, his eyes never leaving the message.

Noah:

 

it doesn’t matter if i said i was busy or not, i am now so it doesn’t matter. didn’t anyone ever tell you that no means fucking no ?

 

 

Harry’s eyes slightly widened at her blunt comment, his eyebrows creasing in confusion and concern.

Noah wasn’t exactly like this when they had first met, he actually thought that she liked him the way he liked her. She obviously didn’t feel the same way, and Harry felt stupid for even thinking of her like that, when she clearly didn’t feel the same.

Harry angrily threw his phone on his bed, and stormed outside to play football with the guys; pushing Noah and everything about her far from his mind.

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aw, harry got butt hurt. As you can see, he is sensitive. which makes me feel bad for writing her like that . oh well, don’t forget to comment and vote like you always do. I had to make Louis say or nah, it totally fit. Is noah on her period or nah ? dedicated to wastedstyles bc she's da bomb.com

 

sotd: dear mama- tupac

ootd: jeans and a sweater

fotd: tater tots and fruit punch

kik: lovee__ayanna hit me up or naah ?

 

ayanna