Broken Wings || h.s

Chapter 6

                                                            Chapter 6

            The next morning I wake up to another loud noise.

I hear the front door slam and get up to look out my window.

My father’s car was driving away from the driveway, which made me happy.

I plop back into bed, lying on my side.

After a few minutes of just lying there, I decide to get up and go downstairs for some breakfast.

My stomach was growling but I didn’t want to eat too much so I just stuffed some cereal in my mouth.

Walking over to the TV, I clean up the area for a bit since my father had made it extremely dirty.

I sit down and grab the remote, watching whatever was on the screen.

After an hour of lame shows I hear a knock at the door.

Was it my father?

Maybe he forgot his keys…

I walk over and turn the knob, revealing it to be the one and only Mr. Styles.

A cheeky smile was spread across his lips, making me just stand there for a moment.

“Good morning, beautiful,” his words make my stomach churn with emotions.

“Good morning,” I lean against the doorframe.

“You busy today?”

“Not really,” I shrug, “Why?”

“I’m going to the beach with a few people, you should join,”

“The beach?” I gulp.

I could NOT wear a bikini.

“Mhm,” he hums, “So can you come?”

“No…I…can’t,” I shake my head.

“Why not?”

“I actually remembered that I had to um…catch up on some homework today,” I excuse.

“You’re lying,” he frowns, “Have I done something wrong?”

“What?”

“Well you don’t want to hang out with me…have I done or said something?”

“No, no, I’m just…not that big a fan of the beach,”

“Who isn’t a fan of the beach?”

“Me,”

“Well you don’t have to swim, but you should still come,”

“Alright,” I give into his warm smile, my response only making him smile wider.

“Come in,” I say, motioning him inside.

“Nice place,” his eyes look around and I was glad I cleaned up the area a bit before he showed.

“Thanks, I have to go change, be right back,”

I run up the stairs and go into my room.

I pull on a pair of my skinny jeans and a loose graphic tee shirt that had black palm trees.

I tugged on several bracelets to hide some of the scars on my wrists, since it was just too warm for any of my sweaters.

I grab my phone and walk back downstairs.

Harry was looking around the room a bit and then his eyes fell on me.

“Ready?” he asks.

I nod in response and pull on my converse.