He stepped on my face | H.S. × C.S.

7.

When I am back in the hotel I go in the room and Cayla start to ask me questions. "Calm the fuck down," I say. "Sorry," she says, "what happened?" I sit down on the bed and explain her everything. From when she left until I called her.

"Oh my god," is all she says. "I have no idea what to do. He kissed me. I kissed Harry fucking Styles. His lips were so soft. Cayla I seriously have no idea what do to. I ruined it. I fucking ruined it." "No you didn't," she says quickly, "what you did was okay. You should text him I guess." I nod and take my phone

You: Harry?

You: I am sorry if I did
anything wrong to you but
I want to talk to you, please
I am not mad or anything
totally not. I was just in a shock

You: I can't stop thinking about
it and it is freaking me out because
I have no idea if you're mad or even
want to talk to me still, because you
got away so quickly afterwards

You: please reply... We need to talk

I sigh while laying my phone down again. Let's wait for an answer now. "While you need to wait. You need vines," Cayla says. "Do I look," I say, not even looking at her. "Or The Office." My eyes light up and I look at her. "Okay, The Office it is," she says. "Let me get changed 1st," I get up and walk to my suitcase. I take a pair of black leggings and my favorite sweater and walk into the bathroom. I get changed and walk back. 

I sit down next to Cayla and we start to watch the show. God I love this so much
I am obsessed with it. Like for real. Best. Show. Ever.

After 3 episodes I check my phone again. My heart beats when I see that I have 3 messages and 1 missed call from Harry. "What do I do?" I ask more to myself. Cayla looks over my shoulder. "Call him back." "I don't know if I can do that." "Read the messages." "Okay..."

Harry: I don't know what I was
thinking to kiss you ... Its not
you, I just am confused and I
need some time I guess...

Harry: no wait. I dont need
time. We need to talk. Its the best
thing to do right now. When are
you free?

Harry: I can't stop thinking about
it too to be honest... Please pick
up your phone or reply to me
when you read this

"What are you going to reply?" Cayla asks me. "I have no idea..." I sigh and stare at the conversation. What do I need to reply? I am free now... But I look like shit. And I am leaving the day after tomorrow, so it need to be tomorrow. But I also need to pack. Okay, let's just do it now. I look comfortable and I love it. So why would I care.

You: I have time now I guess
I don't know if you have time
now though....

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I love drama
BTW know what this is 'bad' on purpose. I am not even trying to make something good or original out of this. I love to write shit and this is kind of funny. It's going to get super cliché btw. Be prepared.