the stranger [h.s]

9

Jamie and I were lounged under a umbrella in her backyard by the pool. Ryker and Reagan splashed away in the nearby pool, enjoying the water.

"So," Jamie smirks, bringing her wine to her red lips, "How the hell do you know Mr.Styles?" she questions.

I shift in the chair, already uncomfortable about the topic. I haven't spoke about it to anyone excluding Harry himself. I was a very private person. I keep to myself, hardly ever putting feelings on display.

"oh uh, w-we met in New York." I say. It's the truth we did meet in New York.

"and.." she says signaling for me to continue.

"It was very brief, I can't believe he remembers me if I'm being honest." I sigh leaning back in my chair, getting the sun to hit my face.

"Oh Collins please cut your crap. Harry knows hundreds of people. He remembered you for a reason honey, now what was the reason?" she says, being her over dramatic self.

"Jamie, I'm telling you the truth. We met over briefly in times square while Kiley and I were in New York." I stick to my story.

She giggles, "Aw, Times Square? How?"

"he helped me complete my bucket list for New York." I admit.

"What did he do? Kiss you in Times Square?" she sighs letting out a chuckle.

I fall quiet, my face heats up and i freeze in place.

She notices my reaction, "Collins, did you kiss Harry?"

I look down at my hands, then quietly answer,"Y-yes, it was on my list to kiss a stranger in times square a-and I didn't recognize him because he had this adorable damn beanie on with a hoodie looking so freaking cute. No one was crowded around them because they were disguised so how could we have known? We didn't. So, Yes, I kissed Harry. I don't know why he remembers me, I know I didn't forget him. I didn't even realize that I kissed him until a couple of days ago when the girls were watching their movie, I-" she cut off my ramble. I do that way to much.

She leans in across the table and smirks,"Well Collins, you must one hell of a kisser"

I feel my cheeks heat up for what felt like the hundredth time in this conversation.

I hadn't realized I was zoned out until I heard a loud scream causing me to jump in my seat.

I head swings toward the pool where Reagan was sitting on the steps with a pout and scowl. Ryker was in the water below her harassing her as normal.

"Shush, both of you." Jamie says, typing away on her phone.

I probably should be getting back, I want a good nights rest before this show.

"I think I'm going to head home, I'll be in touch." I say, standing up from my seat.

"Yeah, okay! Be safe. And most importantly, keep me posted" she says sending me a wink.

I giggle Softly, "Certainly, and Uh Jamie, can we maybe keep this between us. The girls don't know yet, I would like to tell them after the concert is over." I say.

"of course Collins" she smiles.

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I walked into our apartment and lay my keys in the key dish by the door and let my bag drop to the couch.

"Hello?" I call out.

"my room" I recognize Lydia's voice.

I walk down the long hallway into her room.

"Hey" I yawn, laying down on her bed.

"hi" she says softly as she pulled clothes out of her closet.

"trying to find an outfit for the concert I assume?"

"yes, I thought I had my outfit picked out but I can't find my black shirt I had in mind." she informs me.

"the struggle" I mumble.

She ignores my comment and walks back into her closet. I take that as a cue that she wasn't looking for help, I stand up from the bed and exit the room.

I walk by Kiley's room and find her in it, sound asleep with headphones in.

Finally, I make it to my room. I strip off my outfit and exchange it for a sweatshirt and a pair of tights.

I could really use some sleep right now. My eyes then glance over at the monstrous pile of laundry I have been putting off.

Procrastination is my best friend.

Instead of laundry, I decide that sleep is way more important for my health rather than clean clothes.

My body falls onto my unmade bed automatically relaxing.

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idk how I feel about this chapter.

it's short oops

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