102; harry styles (hiatus)

0.1.

As soon as I open my eyes, I know I have a hangover. I don't even remember how I got home last night and my head is hurting so much but I fucking know why.

Memories come like flashes through my mind... We were drinking alcohol, then I smoke some fags and that ended up on kissing Louis. I fucking kissed him. I can't believe I did so, I was so drunk. Why the hell did I get so drunk? I mean, I'm sure I was high as fuck but I don't like alcohol that much. I have to start to listen to Jen when she talks to me. Fuck. How am I gonna face him, now?

I don't even want to get up, but I know I can't stay in bed all day. Not today, at least.

I check my phone just to see I have 4 messages from Jen.

"I hope you're having the worst hangover in the entire world. loser."

"You should stop kissing assholes. oh, you already did............"

"I'm pretty sure you have no idea what i'm talking about. tbh i'm not surprised."

"yep. i'm sure you're sleeping like a queen. i hate you so much rn."

She picks up in the first tone, I release a sigh.

"Jen. Thanks god." She's the only one who can fix the mess I am right now.

"Do you remember something about last night?" That's the first thing she asks me.

"Yeah..." I sigh. "I fucking kissed Louis." I reply, shaking my head even though she can't see me.

There's a silence.

"Say something, bitch. He's not a bad looking guy, you know." I tell her, trying to make this conversation less serious.

"Wait, wait. You didn't kiss him..." She tells me and for a moment, I trust her.

The only thing I remember is my lips on his; he tasted like alcohol, cigarettes and perdition. But maybe I did kiss him, maybe I am the one that messed this up.

"What do you mean? I remember it, Jen. I kissed his fucking lips."

"No, no. He kissed you, Lola." I frown. "I was there. I mean not there, like, beside you but I was watching you. I knew you were going to make some mistakes."

"Wow, that makes me feel so much better." I roll my eyes. "You're completely sure he kissed me?"

"Hundred percent."

"Then, why did he kiss me?" I ask to myself but she just chuckles.

"Maybe he fancies you? I don't know." I groan, trying to think why he kissed me.

Suddenly, I hear a sound coming from the door. What's going on? Not today, please.

"Someone's at my door. Sorry, Jen. I have to go. Love ya,"

"You always leave me talking by myself, bastard. I can't believe I still love you," And with that, she hangs up. I silently laugh, realising that she's right: I always do end up leaving her talking by herself. Not on purpose, though.

As soon as my feet touch the ground, my head feels like a fucking rock. I don't know if I'm still drunk or just with a huge hangover. I'm gonna kill whoever's at the door right now. I stop on my tracks when I hear someone is trying to open my door.

My eyes widen. Oh my god. Maybe is a thief. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Should I hide somewhere? Should I open the door? No, that would be dumb. I don't know what to do! I try to think about all those crime shows I used to watch when I was younger. I need something to protect myself. 

I quickly grab the first thing I see, in this case: a fork, and step closer to the door until my body is pressed against it, I look through the peephole and gasp.

There, in the middle of the lonely hall, is a tall boy trying to open my door.

What if he's not a thief and I'm wrong? My head is heavier than before, I think I need a pill or something stronger.

I groan as I roll my eyes. Fuck this, I want to go back to sleep. I'm seriously having a bad time with all this heartache so if this guy is going to kill, he would do me a favour. I shake my head and harshly open the door.

Oh. I didn't expect him to be so damn tall and gorgeous. He has a pair of green eyes and some lovely pink lips. I surreptitiously scan his body.

As soon as I realize that he could be a thief, I straighten up - trying to show him that I am not afraid at all. Or at least, pretending to.

"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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first chapter! it's a little boring and short bc it was the intro and it's just starting. it's gonna get better, i promise.

thank you for reading and adding this to your reading lists and stuff. that's a good signal lol

see you soon kids x