Wrong - Harry Styles

Chapter 21

Indie's pov

The car ride to Ruth's house was quick, her house was literally only a five minute drive from the frat house. I headed inside with them, it seemed to be all new to Dylan too, he made himself comfortable in her bed whilst she showed me where I was supposed to be.

"Gosh, this dress." I hold onto the rim of the white dress and stare at it for a second, she giggles a little as I slip my heels off.

"You can just wear one of the shirts in there, they're all mostly mine." She points to the drawer, I nod my head and find my way tugging it open, pulling the first shirt out that I can find, "Another thing, make yourself at home tomorrow morning, don't be afraid to have a shower or grab some breakfast."

"You're too nice." I mock with a friendly smile.

Ruth walks out the room after her generous words and shuts the door and yells out a loud. "Goodnight baby cakes!"

I'm too tired to respond, a laugh from my mouth fills the room instead, I pull my dress off quickly and unclasp my bra with it, I pull the shirt over my head and tug it down. I place my phone and my keys on the side table next to the bed, breathing in the new scent of the room. It has this smell like no one hardly comes in here at all.

I smirk slightly at muffled loud giggles coming from the other room and I find myself crawling under the blankets of the bed, closing my mind and all my thoughts off as best as I can.

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My eyes open as my phone buzzes besides me, it takes me a second to wake up properly, as I do, I grab my phone and blink at it a couple of times.

It's 10:38am, it's Saturday. I look over the screen.

Andrew: wow
I trusted u.
u broke my trust, my heart, we promised to always be honest with each other, u broke our promise

I look over the texts and furrow my eyebrows. I don't text him back, he needs to calm down and he's obviously angry with me. He won't listen to my explanation, I know he won't. 

I crawl out of the bed and quickly make it again, I look at my dress and my shoes sitting on the floor, then I walk into the bathroom, looking at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is its natural wavy stare, the pool only allowing the waves to hold a lot more than they usually do.

My make up is still on, my foundation at least. I'm relieved to see a pack of makeup remover wipes sitting next to the sink and the soap, I quickly pull one out and start to wipe all of the makeup away.

As soon as I'm finished freshening up, I open the door of the bedroom and head out to find where the kitchen area is, when I do, I see that the front door is right near it, an odd place to have the kitchen, but I guess it all is modern, open, it works. It kind of has an appartments vibe to it, it makes me wonder where her parents are.. she might be here alone, she does seem to be working a lot.

I walk to the island and place my phone down on it, I go through the cupboards and look for all my options for breakfast. There are multiple brands of cereals that I haven't seen before, I pull them out and push them back in, trying to figure out what cereal seems to look appetising.

Frosted flakes. They seem like cornflakes, they look great. As I find a bowl and a spoon, I'm surprised to head footsteps coming down the hallway to the kitchen.

"Hey." My head perks up to the deep voice.

"Oh.. hi." I awkwardly stare at him as his shirt is off and his shorts are dangerously low on his hips, I look away from him and focus on putting the bowl and spoon down, I open up the fridge and grab the milk out. He walks and sits down on the couch, I try not to stare but it feels awkward.