You || Harry Styles

Chapter 02

Zoe POV

6am

Since Josh's call, running into a car and bumping into Harry again, I haven't went back to Gus' place. Gabi has been calling me non stoping for the last thirty minutes. I was in Times Square, walking along the bright lights and the sun was almost shinning.

She could drop dead and I wouldn't care less. Drop dead and I wouldn't care less. Tell her to drop dead! My words were aching my soul. I feel terrible. I stopped by the Starbucks, I was feeling the urge to fill my soul with coffee. I take a cab back to the hotel, knowing that Gabi would be there just waiting to yell at me.

Gladly she was asleep and by the way she crushed onto the couch seems like she waited for me or was too drunk to reach for the bed.

I threw my purse on the counter and shove my jacket onto the closet then jumped in the bed. I didn't even take my boots off, I know I won't get much sleep and will be outside one more time

8am

Gabi woke up screaming my name but I manage to pretend I was still asleep and tired so she could shut up. Even though I couldn't sleep at all.

When I was younger, around 15, mom took me to every sort of doctors to see why I couldn't sleep. No one found a reason to my insomnia and no way to stop it. The most sleep I got this week was 3 hours on Monday.

Feeling defeated I got up from the bed. Gabi left me a note

{Left for breakfast, I'll be back in a couple of hours. Don't do anything I wouldn't do}

Thankfully she won't be worked up about last night. I remembered Josh's words. I had to go to the lunch. Every piece of me hated my parents mansion, their life, even their friends. I fought every fiber of me to start my shower and get ready.

I washed my long and almost curled light brown hair, it was straight but fell into curls at the bottom. Took the heavy make up off  my face, along with the black nail polish. I know mother disapproves the "satan's devices" that I have, so I took both of my ear piercings off and the small gauge on my left ear, the lip ring won't be possible to remove so mother will have to roll with that.

I couldn't find anything Mother and Daughter Lunch sort of outfit to wear. The most decent thing I had brought was a flowered heart Cut-Out salmon dress. I designed that one, I brought with me to give to Lou, I knew she'd love it. I put the dress on, it looked really cute but not really my style. I could hear my mom's voice on the back of my head 'What kind of dress is this, Zoe Elizabeth? Do you need more fabric to cover your legs? Go dress something more decent, we have guests!' Even though the hem was a hand up from my knee.

I found a golden high heel and thankfully it matches my dress. I blow dry my hair, not even bothering if it didn't look good. My hair is kind of a mess, but I liked it. It's straight and at the bottom there's curls. It's natural and it's so pretty when it's dry that I don't even brush it.

For my face I stick with some light mascara and a bit of blush. To dry the attention to my eyes, I use a pink eyeliner with golden sparkling to make a little shadow. It looked good. So clear and clean from my trashed usual look.

Mother always told me to take care of myself. To avoid put piercings and gauges, not to ever have a tattoo. 'I made you from scratch, Elizabeth' she always told me. But now here I am, lip ring, ear ring, a gauge and 12 tattoos.

Luckily I found my white Birkin in my suitcase. The thing about being homeless is having lots of suitcases. I have a suitcase for every place I'll go. I keep my things in Gabi's house in London and just pack some of my things when I travel, which is always.