suffer • h.s

five

sunday february 11th,
1:30pm
halle

I hear the front door open and know Hannah's home.

I guess I don't know it's Hannah, but I'm making the assumption that it's not a murderer, or a kidnapper or even Harry. I think that's a relatively safe assumption.

"Halle!" She screams, checking to see if I'm home.

"In my room!" I scream back.

"Dude!" I hear her say from a distance. I hear her boots against the wood as she walks to my room. "Who the fuck did you go home with last night?!" She asks with a grin, leaning on the side of my door. "Luke fucking Hemmings?"

"How do you know?" I ask, very curious. We're people talking about it? Did someone see us?

"Ellie said she saw you two walking out!" She walks in over to me and sits down on the bed right up next to me. "And you weren't home last night so..."

I smile as a response.

"Shut up!" Hannah slaps my shoulder. "Halle he's fucking hot!!"

"We didn't do anything. Like, not even kiss. It wasn't like that."

"No way you didn't." Hannah scoffs.

"I'm serious! I was really drunk and my phone died so he kind of took care of me."

"And you didn't fuck?"

"Hannah, no." I laugh and she rolls her eyes.

"Are you going to? Like you should. I'm sure he'd be good at it." Hannah raises a brow.

"Yeah I feel like he would be too. It's like, something about him being Australian."

"Yes! Have you every slept with someone from Australia? They're talented." She grins. Of course Hannah has.

"Two people when I was studying abroad." I say. "They were good."

She nods her head. "So did he like make moves or-"

"No, it really wasn't like that."

"Are you mad about that?"

I'm not mad about it. I don't think I would've regretted doing anything with him, but it's probably for the best that we didn't just because I was so drunk. Plus, I don't even know if he's into me like that so I'm glad I didn't embarrass myself.

"No, he was sweet." I say. "Like really sweet. And funny."

"Wasn't he the shy one?"

I nod. "He's not like that anymore." I smile thinking about our stupid conversation about him being a little introvert.

"You're so into him, aren't you!"

I blush.

Fuck, I totally am.

"Where'd you end up last night?" I ask, changing the conversation in hopes of my cheeks returning to their neutral state from their current rosy red.

Hannah proceeds to tell me about her and this couple she met and how she wants to double date with them, but I can barely focus. I didn't even really think about being into Luke until she brought it out of me. I mean I wouldn't say I have a crush or anything, but I wouldn't mind seeing him again.

"Okay my managers being a cunt and won't let me relax for like, more than two minutes." Hannah rolls her eyes, texting her manager after she finishes her story of Jack the male model from last night.

I take it as my cue to check my phone, and I instantly get a text from Harry.

Harry: You know I'm actually mad