Midnight Memories (Harry Styles stripper AU)

Chapter Nine: Morning Texts.

*Jade's POV*

"Thanks for picking me up Liam." I said gratefully still recovering from the sudden anxiety attack. My phone started buzzing, "Hello?"

"Where did you go?!" Lauren shrieked.

"I'm on my way home, Liam picked me up. I wasn't feeling very well, sorry."

"You scared us to death."

"I'm not four you know, but thanks for caring anyway."

"Okay. We'll see you tomorrow. Take care Jay."

"How are you feeling now Jade?!" Liam asked as he drove nearing the street where I lived.

"Fine, Li." I said sullenly, I was still shivering as the aftermath of the anxiety attack started to settle in. Shortly after, we arrived at my flat; I got out of the car muttering a "Thank You" then rushed into my building for my flat. The moment I stepped in, I stripped out of my clothes and put on an oversized shirt to sleep in. I went through my night routine like a zombie then lied in my bed staring out of my window, why does this happen to me?! I started to wonder as my mind drifted back to tonight's events that led to that dreadful anxiety attack, sleep later washed over me saving me from my wandering mind.

*Harry's POV*

I lay in bed at Angie's flat; she was in deep sleep next to me while I couldn't even drift off for a few minutes. My mind can't stop wandering, various thoughts popped into my head, but they were all centred around one thing or rather one person...Jade. Why was she crying like that?! Did that arsehole hurt her again?! How could he hurt someone like her?! I don't know her that well but still, how could anyone put someone through that much pain just for their sick and twisted need for control? If I had someone like her, I'd go to hell and back just to spare her a second of pain. Who are you kidding? You'll never get someone like her! Angie is the best you can do. Why would she –someone with a bright future end up with you? A man who basically sells his body every night for a living. My subconscious kept throwing at me; I ended up feeling like shit about myself more than I already did. I got out of bed, grabbed a joint from my pants' pocket and poured myself some Tequila. A few minutes later, all these thoughts were silenced, to hell with Jade. I woke Angie up and went for round two until I wore myself out and drifted to sleep......finally.

I woke up the next morning with a light headache but a very good mood. Before I realised what I was doing, I found myself texting Jade.

To Jade:

How are you feeling now? Did you sleep well?

From Jade:

Fine thanks, you?

To Jade:

Okay I guess... watcha doing now?

From Jade:

I just woke up.... actually YOU woke me up dick :D

To Jade:

Sorry, how can I make it up to you?

From Jade:

You're awfully nice this morning... Brunch?!

To Jade:

Aren't I always? I'll pick you up in an hour.

"Why are you grinning like that?" Angie's high pitched voice startled me.

"What?! I'm not. I'm going to go home now." I said as I hurriedly got dressed and left to my place. Within 40 minutes I was on my way to Jade's flat after taking a shower and changing into a flannel shirt and skinny jeans at home. I haven't got a single clue what had gotten into me this morning but I had this overwhelming urge to see her.

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