The City's Going To Save Her [A Harry Styles Fanfic]

The Lie

        “Shit,” I muttered under my breath as I checked my cell phone. Two missed calls and a text message from Olivia were waiting for me. I was late, like mega late getting home. I told my roomies that I would be home at half past 10:00. It was now midnight and I was still waiting for the home bound subway to take me home. Plus there was no reception underground. Oh and not to mention, I had no alibi because I had agreed to keep my relationship with Harry a secret. I use the term relationship loosely, because if we were being honest I had no idea what our ‘relationship’ was.

            At least I had the ride home to come up with a sound excuse for the extra three hours I spent on my date. I texted Sydney and Olivia as soon as I had service so they would stop worrying. I walked quickly from the subway to my apartment. I always hated walking alone at night.

            “I’m sorry!” I yelled before I even entered the flat.

            “No note, car gone, bed empty! You could have been killed!” Sydney was yelling, imitating the one and only Molly Weasly from Harry Potter. I laughed, so I guess they weren't too mad at me for being AWOL for the last three hours.

            “So, how was the date?” Olivia said, wiggling her eyebrows. I’d forgotten that they knew what I was doing this evening, but not who I was doing. Wait no, that sounds wrong. Well you get the picture.

            “It was nice. We went to the movies and then walked around the park. Nothing too exciting.” I was trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

            “Oh come on, you spent three extra hours with this guy, there had to be some sort of spark!”

            “No spark I swear. Plus I don’t want to get into a relationship right now anyways, we’re only here for a year.” That last part was true I didn’t want a relationship built into the confines of a time limit, but the part about no spark was an utter and absolute lie.

            “You need to give us more information than that. We’re living vicariously through you right now.” Olivia was being her usual eager self. Typically, I love this about her, but tonight I was wishing she would just drop the subject.

We always shared everything with each other, every little thing, so it hurt me when I said, “Sorry to disappoint ladies, it was a sour date and that’s that. I think I’m going to hit the hay, I have an early class tomorrow.”

I’d like to say that my guilt lasted for a while longer, I deserved to feel bad for lying, but it dissipated the second I looked down at my phone to see a text message waiting from Harry.

            Harry: Did you get home safe?

           Alix: Sure did, no thanks to my date. He didn’t even offer to walk me

                     home.

            Harry: What a wanker.

            Alix: Do people actually use that word in real life?

            Harry: I just did, didn’t I?

            Alix: Touché 

            Harry: Will I see you tomorrow?

            Alix: Well if I have anything to do with it, then yes.

            Harry: Good :) 

            Yep, that sure was enough to make lying to my friends worth it. Did that make me a terrible person? Maybe. But this is Harry freaking Styles that we’re talking about here. Totally worth it.