Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 48

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It is really hard to believe that Connor really did not see me sleeping there, and he just locked the damn diner? He didn't even lock the kitchen individually, which I'm really thankful for. Connor doesn't do all this anymore, locking the place and all those things, it's majorly one of the employee's doing this for him but I'm quite sure it was him today. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?", he won't stop shouting over the phone.  

I sigh, a muffled one because I have no intention to piss him off anymore than he already is, "I'm sorry, okay. I didn't even-" 

"Rebecca! You better be okay." 

Oh. That's what he's mad about? Why can't he just express himself in a good healthy way? Why can't he just tell me that he won't be able to take it if something happens to me? 

"Did you eat or drink something?", he asks over the phone, his voice better and calmer than before. 

"I...no. I just dozed off.", I hesitate but answer him anyway. 

I sit over the floor near the main door, what annoys me is that I can't even see him. 

"I'm here.", he says even before I say him if he is. I pull the phone away and gulp down all the knots that were positive to make me cry over the phone with him. 

"I have to call Connor.", I say. 

I shudder when I hear a loud thump outside but it feels like it was way too near, "Wh...what was that?" 

Harry is breathing heavy and that's when I get the answer, he's probably broken something, or he's kicking the door, "Harry, please stop." 

"How the fuck did this happen?", he isn't mad, he's upset. Harry's worried...for me. 

"I'm okay." 

He sighs, "I can't let you off the phone.", his mood swings literally kill me. 

"I will be okay. I promise.", I hold the phone way too close to me, feeling his breathing. 

"Please, be okay.", he begs and I nod to myself. 

Before he says anything, I hang up on him and immediately dial Connor's number. The phone keeps ringing and finally goes off to voicemail. Shit. 

"Connor, hi. Please get back to me. You...I'm locked inside the diner. Please call back.", I quickly leave a message and hang up. 

I can't let Harry know that Connor isn't answering the phone, he'd freak. I pull my hair at the roots and mentally slap myself for dozing off. The phone in my hand vibrates and it's Harry again, no second guessing there. 

"I'm alive, Harry.", I try to make some light jokes. 

"It's not funny, Becca." 

Oh, he's calling me Becca. That's better, maybe. 

"What did he say?", he asks me and my mind is running in circles trying to dodge the question but I know that there's no way out. I gulp, "He...he didn't answer." 

I don't hear a single voice from the other end and when I look down at my phone, it's obviously fucking dead. I really just want to throw something at the wall and let myself relax when it shatters on the ground in pieces.