Between the Pages

thirteen

Playlist - When The Stars Go Blue by caligirl11

(A)

Beep. Beep. Beep. I groan into my pillow at the shrill sound of the alarm clock. My hand automatically reaches for the clock on my nightstand but my hand doesn't land on the familiar wooden table. I'm not home. This is Harry's room. Which means I have no idea where the alarm is coming from. Beep. Beep. Beep. Covering my ears I glance at Harry, who sleeps soundly next to me.

"Harry! Harry wake up!" I shake his shoulder's but the he doesn't budge. "HARRY!" Still nothing. Lifting my head up I grab the pillow I'm laying on. I chuck the pillow at Harry with as much force as I can muster. He startles awake, nearly falling off the bed. I would laugh if it wasn't for that damn clock. "Turn off that thing before I lose my hearing," Harry groans and walks across the room to his dresser, dragging his comforter along behind him. Fun fact about Harry Styles, he will hog the blankets and you will freeze. He opens one of the drawers and pulls out the source of the infuriating noise. "Who keeps their alarm clock in a drawer? You're weird,"

"Hey!" I roll my eyes at his whiny tone. "I'm a deep sleeper-"

"Really I didn't notice,"

"-and I have to make sure I wake up," Harry ignores my sarcastic interruption. "Um I can show you to my sister's room so you can pick out what you would like to wear. I don't really know much about what girls like to wear and I figure you probably wouldn't want me to pick it out anyways and I don't know your size and-"

"Harry shut up. It's too early for your rambling. Just tell me where to go," Harry nods and walks out into the hall, his blanket trailing behind him. He directs me to his sister's room. All the way down and on the left hand side. Despite the simple directions, I still worry that I'm going to get lost in the giant house. Still groggy from just waking up, the walk to Harry's sister's room - whose name I should really learn - seems never ending. Opening the door I feel my mouth open from shock. Her room is gorgeous. I pad over to the closet nearly giddy to open it. If it's half as nice as everything else she has it will still be amazing. As I step in I can see I'm right. She has enough clothes to start her own store. Actually scratch that, her own mall. I let my fingers skim over the hanging clothes before settling on jeans, white blouse, and military style jacket. Pleased, I skip back to Harry's room to change.

Harry stands in front of his dresser holding a shirt in each hand. He turns at the sound of the door closing. "Andy should I wear the black shirt or the white shirt?" I take a better look at the clothing he's holing up and realize they're the exact same shirts but in different colors. I stop myself from making a sarcastic comment and instead tell him to go with the black. Harry had been ditching his usual attire lately and I make a mental note to ask him why. In the mean time I enter Harry's bathroom to get ready.

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"Um do you want me to drive you to school?" Harry shifts awkwardly, looking from his car to mine.

"No thanks I think I'm going to stop by my house on the way. Drop off my stuff. But Harry, thank you. I really appreciate you letting me stay over. You're a nice guy,"

Harry frowns. "So that's it then? You're just going to go back to ignoring me?" I bite my lip, genuinely at a loss of words. If I tell Harry why I can't talk to him, he gets hurt. If I don't, he gets hurt. Harry thinks of something to say before I can. "Never mind Andrea. This is my fault. I should have known that someone, or anyone for that matter had an interest in me. I'll leave you alone," He swiftly stalks off to his car, barely giving me anytime to react.

"Harry! Wait!" But it's too late, his car is peeling out of the driveway, and I'm left standing alone. I lean against the hood of my car, trying to comprehend what just happened. "Well fưck,"