unknown number [h.s.]

day thirty

xxx.

2:12 p.m.

Me: hi

Lovely: hello

Me: are you okay?

Lovely: yes

Me: are you sure?

Lovely: i said not to worry

Me: well i worry about you

Lovely: thanks, i guess

Me: you are welcome ms. wallis

4:56 p.m.

Me: Tell anyone that I’m the one who hit you, and you’re dead

Fuck Ass: Do you really think I’d tell anybody that the guy who gave me a black eye was Harry fucking Styles?

Me: I’m just making sure you’re big mouth stays shut

Fuck Ass: Or you know I could just tell people the other thing?

Me: And what is that exactly?

Fuck Ass: That you were jealous that I finally got with Thea and you got jealous.

Me: You took advantage of her.

Fuck Ass: And you have a girlfriend

Fuck Ass: What shall it be, Styles?