Antisocial [h.s]

[eight]

My phone began to ring beside me and my eyebrows scrunched together as I swallowed my bite of pizza before picking it up.

Harold

"Hey," I greeted, pausing my movie.

"Hello Blake Cullen. I miss you."

"I saw you today..."

"Yeah but I had just woken up and you left after one minute of my consciousness," he complained and I rolled my eyes. "What are you doing right now?"

"I'm eating a large pizza, watching a movie and on my laptop," I answered, taking another bite of my third slice.

"May I join you?" He asked and I bit my lip.

I must adjust, I'm supposed to make friends, friends are supposed to make you feel better.

"Yeah, sure."

"I'll be there in ten minutes, babe."

The call ended and I began to feel more nervous than usual.

I got up out of bed and reviewed the mess I had made. I had about three comforters on my bed along with my quilt, all was in unorganized clumps,my teddy bear was beside my pillow, there was a large box of pizza beside my laptop and many bottles of water on my bedside table. My hair was damp and in a pony tail, my breath probably smelt like pizza and I was in pink, fuzzy pajama bottoms with penguins on them while I wore Liam's white t-shirt. I looked like a slob but at least I still have a bra on.

Why the hell am I caring? It's just Harry. He already witnessed me asleep which is probably the worst state anyone could see me in.

Before I could continue analyzing the situation, a knock sounded at the door and I took the few steps I needed to answer it. I turned the knob and opened the door revealing a Harold clad in black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt identical to mine, but he just looked so mcuh better in it, I could see plenty of tattoos clearly on his arms and some on his upper chest a bit.

"Did you and Liam go shopping together or something?" I asked, stepping aside to allow him through.

"No, all plain white t-shirts look the same basically,'' he responded, walking over to my bed and taking a slice of pizza. "You were eating a large by yourself?'' he asked whilst chewing.

"Yeah? Pizza is good and I like to eat. Why would I deny myself that happiness?"

"Hey, it's alright, I didn't mean to be offensive. Food is good, it's great, and I think it's cool a girl can order a large pizza for herself without caring," he told me, holding his hands up in defence.

I rolled my eyes playfully and sat on my bed, situating myself so my back was against the wall and a comforter was horizontal on my body.

I reached over and grabbed another slice. "Hey, why are your knuckles torn up?" Harry asked, sitting a little further down the bed.

"Um, I was on my skateboard and I fell and scraped them," I lied on the spot but he shook his head.

"Either you fought someone or a punching bag," he assumed. "I know what they look like."

"Punching bag. Forgot to put gloves on and I was too focused to notice I guess," I admitted. "Don't tell Liam, I beg of you, he worries about me too much as it is and if he finds out I'm going to the gym again then... I'm screwed and under more of a lock-down than I am now."

"I won't tell him, don't worry. However, you need to answer three questions of mine," he negotiated.

"Am I a fucking genie now?" I raised my eyebrows, taking a slice of pizza and he chuckled, his lips curving into a little smirk. "Yeah, whatever, three only."