Euphonious Memories {H.S}

54.

"Yeah it's me, it's Harry, now please let go of my hair." He said in pain.

I realized that I had been on his back and was pulling his hair while I had been hitting him repeatedly with the thickest book I  could find.

"Oh, sorry." I mutter getting off of his back. I take deep breath of relief knowing that the person breaking in wasn't Niall.

"Really? A book?" He smirked at my choice of weapon.

"Shut up, I didn't have anything else on hand at the time."

The lights were off and the fridge light was the only light allowing me to see that it was Harry who had broke in.

I looked to the floor by Harry's feet and saw that a jar of jam was broken.

"What the hell, Harry? What are you doing breaking into my apartment and breaking things at 3am?" I yelled slapping his shoulder.

"Well technically I wasn't breaking in." He said, he then pulled keys out of his pocket and held them up. "I had a key." He smirked. "Oh, and it was dark and I couldn't see I apologize for that." He said pointing to the broken jam.

My eyes widened when I saw that the keys were the ones I had lost.

"Where...how did you get those? I have been looking all over them."

He tossed them to me and I caught them.

"You dropped them when you bumped into me this morning on campus." He said still smirking.

"Wait, that was you?" I asked him remembering running into someone on the way to class, but not looking back considering that I thought I was going to be late.

"Yeah, and by the way I know you thought you were late, but let me give you a little bit of advice: when the class starts at 8am, 7:30 is not late, sister." He said and took a bite out of a sandwich that he made before I came and attacked him with my book.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Harry you know you aren't allowed here, and I'm sure you know that Gemma and Raine are not here, so what are you doing?"

He sighed and sat down on the bar stool.

"Yes I very well know that I am not allowed here anymore, and yes I do know that Gemma and Raine are in England, but I saw in the news that Niall is on the loose and I couldn't sleep knowing that you were here alone and that we are the ones he is probably looking for." He said.

I hesitated for a minute before I spoke.

"And why would you assume that I was alone?" I asked a little offended.

He froze and looked at me petrified.

"Are...you not?" He asked with wide eyes.

"I am, but thanks for thinking so little of me." I scoffed.

"I mean I just assumed that you had more sense than that." He said still looking scared.

I sighed and nodded understandably, but I was still pissed that he just came in and dug through my refrigerator and broke a brand new jar of jam.

"You could have just called, I mean I was awake. I couldn't sleep knowing that Niall was out there and that I was here alone either." I said.

"Yeah. I would have tried that, but I mean I have tried calling every two days since you know and honestly, would you have even answered?"

I thought about what he asked me, and if I was going to be completely honest with myself, I would have ignored his call. It was an instinct by now.