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part thirty seven

Lydia White

Harry had woken me up this morning before he left. He asked me to cover up his hickey with make-up, which I did. Then, he told me to get back to sleep and take my time getting up.

He said he'd be back shortly.

But he's been gone for four and a half hours...and I was starting to worry more than ever.

I've texted him, and received no response. I was praying that it was just because he didn't have his phone on, but I couldn't help but think of the worst possible scenario.

I tried distracting myself by reading or watching a movie, but he was in the back of my mind the whole time.

What if something bad happened to him?

With all these thoughts racing through my head, I decided to call him.

Ringing.

More ringing.

A click.

"You've reached Harry Styles. Leave a message."

I throw my phone down and put my head in my hands. All I wanted was to know he was okay. It doesn't take four and a half hours to get groceries.

I knew he shouldn't have left. I knew something would happen to him. For all I know he could be getting tortured as we speak. I didn't know what to do. All I could do was sit and pray that he would walk through the-

The front door swings open.

Harry walks through with 2 grocery bags. I let out a breath that I'd been holding for nearly five hours now.

I thanked God that he was alive and okay.

But he still scared the shit out of me.

"What took you so long?" I stand up from the couch.

"Hmm?" Harry mumbles groggily.

He seemed...tired.

"Why didn't you answer my texts and calls? I was so worried." I cross my arms.

"Sorry." Harry walks into the kitchen with the bags in his hand and I follow him. He was being weird. It's almost as if he was drugged, because he wasn't himself. He sets the bags on the island and turns around.

I immediately look into his eyes. His bloodshot eyes.

His features were relaxed and his eyelids were droopy.

"You're high." I accuse.

"I'm not." he lies and turns away from me.

"You weren't answering me because you were getting high! Are you kidding me?" I spit out. I couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Zayn asked me to." he rubs his eyes. "Do we have any eye drops?" he changes the subject.

"You could have texted me or something." I shake my head. I wasn't exactly mad that he was high. I was mad because he did it behind my back and I didn't know where he was.

"I said I'm sorry. Do we have eye drops?" he asks again.

"I don't know, it's your god damn apartment." I throw my hands in the air and walk away.

"Why are you getting so mad?" he says from behind me.

I whip around to face him again. "Because, Harry! You had me worried sick for hours and it was all because you wanted to get high." Was I overreacting a little bit? Maybe. I was thankful that he was alive, but I was still pissed that he ignored me for a stupid reason like this.