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THREE

I slowly opened my eyes after the slight buzzing of my phone woke me up. I guess I had fallen asleep while re-listening to Harry's album or the 3rd time. I got up and realized I was still wearing yesterdays clothes, I undressed, took a quick shower and changed into something comfortable but still presentable.

When I was ready to finally leave my room it was already 12:36 pm. I walked to the kitchen while scrolling through Twitter and Instagram. I saw the heels Olivia wore yesterday plopped in the middle of the corridor, so she must be home, but I wasn't going to bother her since I didn't know what time she came home.

I made myself a cup of coffee, sat down on the living room couch and turned on the TV. I kept looking through my phone since I had nothing better to do. Suddenly a notification popped up on my screen, it was a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey Daisy! It's me, Harry!

Shit! How did he get my number? I've changed it after my phone got stolen a few months ago.

Daisy: Umm... how did you get my number?

Harry: Your friend, Olivia gave it to me.

I'm going to kill her for that.

Daisy: Oh...

Daisy: Did you need something?

Harry: I wanted to ask if we could meet up sometime this week.

Oh no! Why does he want to meet? As much as I miss him, I can't do this again.

Daisy: Well acctually I'm busy all week. Sorry.

I lied.

Harry: Why are you lying?

How did he know that? And as if he had read my thought I received another text.

Harry: Olivia told me you were staying in NewYork all week and that you haven't got any plans.

Why the hell would she tell him that? And what else did they talk about? Does she know about me and Harry? So many questions I didn't have answers to.

Daisy: Fine, we can meet.

Harry: Thank you! I'll come pick you up.

Daisy: Now?!?

I felt my muscles tense up, I wasn't ready to be alone with him yet. I wasn't wearing any makeup and my hair was still a bit damp from the shower, in conclusion, I looked terrible. Not to mention I wasn't mentally prepared to talk to Harry one-on-one.

Harry: Yeah, I'll be at your's in like 20 minutes.

I quickly threw my phone on the couch and ran to the guest bedroom. I applied some makeup, not much though since I wasn't that good at makeup, especially when on a time limit. When I was done, I quickly put on something simple but still kind of stylish. I brushed my hair and put it in a ponytail. I started packing my bag but was interrupted by a knock on the door. I figured it was probably Harry, so I just threw the essentials in my bag and ran to the door.