102; harry styles (hiatus)

prologue

"What's wrong with you, man?" I ask to the twenty-something year old guy infront of me.

Who the fuck wears a fedora on these days? It's not even sunny.

"Excuse me but this is my aparment..." He replies, a frown forming on his soft features.

"This is the 102 and as far as I know, I've been living here since last year." I state, starting to feel anxious.

He frowns even deeply than before and slowly licks his pink lips, "But here it says this is the 10."

"It's wrong. They forgot to add the 2. Ask the employees if you don't believe me." He presses his lips together. "The 10 it's in the first floor..." I pull my head out of my apartment and point to the elevator that is on my right.

"Oh, well, thank you. Sorry for scaring you. I didn't mean it." He apologizes but the frown is still there; I can't stop wondering why. He then raises his fedora a little bit and runs his hand through his brown hair.

"It's okay. You did scare the shit out of me and I also thought you were a thief... but it's okay." I joke as I smile at him, trying to calm us both down.

He lets out a hoarse laugh and flashes me a cheeky smile. "Cute pajamas, though."

Pajamas? I frown and look down to my pants. Oh. This is quite embarrassing. I bite my bottom lip and look up to reply at him but I find myself completely alone in the entire hall.

He's gone.

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TRIGGER WARNING: this book touches some sensitive topics (such as mental illness, death, violence, drugs, etc) which may be triggering if you suffer(ed) with these. please leave if you don't feel comfortable. if you think you can handle it, read under your own cost.

I AM NOT ROMANTICIZING ANY OF THOSE SUBJECTS.

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