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.
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Broken Wings || h.s
FanficShe wrote "lonely" on her body because that's what she thought she was and "ugly" on her mirror because that's what she saw but she never once felt my lips writing "perfect" on every single inch of her