TO BE CONTINUED ( h styles )

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— when juniper got home that night she was sad.

sad that her mind was replaying her memories with harry in her dreams,

sad that she was back home after being distracted in greece,

sad that she'd returned to her cold apartment, having become accustomed to kit and rose's cosy house,

sad that she was alone.

so naturally, she did the only thing she could think of: drink. and after scouring through her cupboards, juniper was currently five glasses of wine in and feeling a little more than tipsy.

before she knew it, her fingers were dialling a number that she knew her brain would never let her forget. her phone rang and rang before she was put through to voicemail.

"hey harry." she started. "i deleted your number from my phone, but it turns out i forgot to delete it from my brain. fuck you brain! and fuck you too h..." juniper's voice was laced with anger now, but she didn't know why, so she lowered it. "i didn't mean that. i don't hate you i promise. i love you actually. and i know we said we want each other to be happy, but you told me once that you love me more than you're ever gonna love anyone and i hope that stays true. i know thats a fucking awful thing to wish but its how i feel. i guess im fucking awful."

juniper was quiet for a bit then. thinking about what she was doing. in her drunk state, she knew what she doing, but wasn't able to see the possible repercussions or affects her actions had.

"dua lipa is gonna kill me for calling you." juniper continued, quietly. "she says in her rules not to call your ex boyfrie-" and then the phone cut her off.

juniper glared at her phone and made an offended gasp. the model then scoffed before tossing it onto the coffee table and plopping herself onto the sofa, clutching her wine bottle close to her chest.

this is set around april 2017. wanna make sure everyone remembers that. HARRYS ALBUM HASNT COME OUT YET.

harry chaps coming soon xx