Guilty - Harry Styles (sequel to Dunkirk)

11

'May I ask what's wrong with harry?' Nicole asks as we approach her front door.

How nosey of her. 'We had an argument and he went out drinking, didn't come home till late hours this morning and passed out on the floor in the hallway.' I shrug, couldn't be bothered to think of another lie.

'Oh.' She nods knowing not to ask anymore nosey questions. Just as we get inside, my phone rings from my bag.

'Sorry one second.' I say before answering it.

'Jayde hey it's shan.'

'Hey shan!' I say, surprised. 'How are you, hows the holiday going?'

'I'm good thank you. Are you with Harry? I can't seem to get a hold of him.'

'I'm not with him right now I'm at a friends, but I'm sure he'll call you back when he sees your missed calls and messages.'

'Yeah you're right, well we're coming home tomorrow , so I needed to know if he could get us from the airport or not?' She asks.

'I can if he doesn't, but I'll have a word with him tonight and get him to call you.'

'Okay thank you.'

'Okay no worries, see you tomorrow, love ya, bye.'

'Sorry, that was my best friend, she's coming home from her holiday tomorrow.' I smile.

'Oh lovely! Maybe I'll get too meet her.' She smiles.

'Yeah maybe.' I smile back.

There really is no getting away from these people, they're so nice it makes it so much harder.