I'm Broken {Harry Styles}

Chapter 9

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| Lacey's POV |

The next few days were uneventful. I was forced to use my vacation days so I just stayed at home and caught up on work for my online classes. Zayn called and texted every day, but haven't once heard from Harry.

Not that I care... Because I don't.

Later that evening I was finally at the grocers buying food that won't quickly expire. I had canned foods and soups, chips, crackers, Nutella, soda, popcorn, and a bunch of other snack foods. As I was walking towards the condiment aisle my phone rang. I checked to see who it was, Zaynnnnn ;*

"Hey Zayn," I spoke into the receiver.

"Hey babe, what are you doing?" I loved the way he said that. Babe.

"I'm finally buying groceries, I haven't gone in forever," I gave a small chuckle.

"Ah, very nice. How many more days of vacation do you have off?" He asked.

"Three, it cannot pass soon enough. My courses are killing me," I sighed.

He laughed, "So you're free Friday night?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well I was going to have a small party with my friends and I wanted you to be there with me."

"Oh, yeah that sounds cool. How many people do you plan on inviting?" I asked. I had never been to a house party before. Well, I have, but I only stayed for about 20 minutes after someone spilled their drink on me and then tried to take my shirt off.

"Eh, not that many. Maybe 15 or 20 so not a huge party."

"Seems fun. Will it be at yours?"

"Yeah, do you want me to pick you up? I know you don't have a car and it's a pretty far walk."

"Sure, thanks," I said while grabbing a bottle of ketchup.

"My friend Niall's on the other line. I'll see you tomorrow at six?"

"Perfect. Okay, bye," I said and hung up. I grabbed some other food an then checked out. All of this stuff was really expensive, it's probably a good thing I don't do this often or I'd be broke.

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I just hopped out of the shower and ran into my room, my dad was home-and awake, I might add-so I needed to be careful. I jammed a chair under my doorknob and then began sorting through my closet for something to wear to the party. Should I wear a dress or would that be too formal? Maybe a skirt? If it's going to be at Zayn's house then maybe just jeans? I finally decided on wearing white jeans with a black top that had white script that said "te amo". To go along with it I got all black converse and, of course, many of my bracelets. I blow dried my hair and then lightly curled the ends. I applied some foundation and mascara and threw it into a black clutch.

I opened my window and slid out, closing it behind me. I went out to sit on the front porch to wait for Zayn. I was really excited for this party, I get to meet more of Zayn's friends and hopefully make some more of my own. I pray that Harry won't be there to kill my buzz.

Zayn pulled up and I walked over and got into his car before he had the chance to get out.

"Excited?" He joked.

"Yes, very," I sarcastically replied, even though it was true. "No, it's just that, uh, my dad's sleeping so I don't want to wake him," I have no idea if he's actually asleep, just being careful.