"Hunter, wake up!" Harry shouts and bangs on my door so hard I start to think it's gonna fly off the hinges. I groan, throwing the covers off of me. I stand up and stretch, all the while, Harry bangs on my door.
"Coming," I mumble. When he doesn't stop, I yell, "I'm coming!"
"What is wrong with you?" I hiss when I open the door, looking down both ways of the hallway. "You're gonna get us kicked out of here! Get in here."
"Good morning to you, too." He smirks as I pull him in. He hands me the coffee in his right hand. "For you, love."
"Thank you." I smile and take a sip of the hot, snicker doodle flavored coffee.
"So I'm assuming you were asleep since I knocked on the door for ten minutes?" He quirks an eyebrow as I prop myself into a sitting position on the counter. He comes over to me.
"Yeah, why're you here anyway? We don't have any plans." I try to playfully kick him with my dangling feet, but he catches it and smiles.
"I figured we go on a walk in the park. You know, get out of the house for a little while." He releases my foot.
"Just you and me?" I attempt to clarify.
"Just us. No one else. The boys went out." He pulls his beanie off the push his hair back before replacing the beanie.
"Why didn't you go with them?" I tilt my head.
"I just thought we could spend some time together. Now, go get ready." He lifts me off the counter and pushes me toward the hall way to my bedroom.
I find an out fit in my closet before setting it on the bed. I pull the high waisted skinny jeans over my long legs before throwing my maroon bralet over my head. I shimmy into my black and white, printed cardigan before slipping my black ballet flats onto my tiny feet.
"Are you almost ready?" Harry asks impatiently.
"It's only been fifteen minutes." I roll my eyes as I open the door to let him in. I stroll back over to my dresser and mirror. Harry stands there, watching me.
I brush my long, red hair out of the rat's nest it is and leave it in its natural waves before adjusting my maroon beanie onto my head. I go into my bathroom down the hall and brush my teeth so I can do my makeup.
"You know, you really don't need that." Harry shakes his head as he watches me do my makeup and I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, right." I mutter.
After I'm done with my makeup, I put in my diamond earrings and glide my ring over my finger. Harry watches me struggle to put my necklaces on, so he comes to help. After he does, he stands there and stares at me. I start to get insecure under his stare.
"Uh, Harry?" I look in his eyes as he shakes out of his trance.
"Yeah?"
"Why are you staring at me?" I look at the ground.
"Oh, uh, sorry." He stutters, then looks to my necklace, grabbing it in his hands.
"Never judge a book by its cover." I whisper the words on the necklace.
"Do you- Do you happen to know where you got that?" He asks quietly as I step back and turn to the mirror, looking at myself while holding the necklace lightly between my fingers.
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"I'm not sure, honestly. Mother would never tell me." I turn back to him.
"Figures," he mumbles under his breath.
"Huh?"
"Nothing, you ready?" He smiles. I return it and nod before he hold out his hand. I hesitantly take it and we walk out of my apartment. "Let's go."
"So where are we off to?" I ask as I look around and smile. I turn back to find him staring at me again, his lips slightly upturned. "Harry? Why do you keep staring at me? Do I have something in my teeth?"
"No, no. It's just.." He trails off.
"Just what?" I ask softly.
"Just-" He gets cut off by a jogger bumping into his shoulder. It seems to shake him out of whatever daydream he was in. He grabs my hand and starts to walk again. "Let's go get some food."
"I'm not hungry." I reply.
"Hunter, you're eating." He commands.
"I don't want to." I whine.
"You promised me that if you you don't have to go to rehab, you'd do as I say and let me help you." He reminds me. "You don't have to eat much. I'll let you eat a kids burger if that's what it takes. Baby steps, Hunter."
"Fine, okay. Okay, let's eat." I agree as we walk into a diner.
"Hi, my name is Molly and I'll be your server this early afternoon. Can I start you off with a drink?" The tall, bottle blonde with fake boobs and a face caked with makeup looks to Harry.
"Uh, you mean drinks?" She finally looks at me before leaning down on the table, trying to block Harry's view of me. She starts trying to flirt while unbuttoning the top buttons of her collared shirt. Harry does not look interested at all. In fact, he looks nauseated.
"Can you please stop? You're embarrassing yourself, and we'd like a different waiter." Harry's face is filled with disgust.
"Fine, whatever. Just trying to show you what a real woman looks like." She turns to walk away, a scowl on her face. "Sarah, your table."
"What a bitch." I mutter under my breath and Harry chuckles.
"Is someone jealous?" He smirks.
"Pfft, what?" My voice is high. "Absolutely not."
"Oh, really?" His face is lit up with amusement.
"Yes, reall-" Our new waitress comes over and interrupts.
"I'm really sorry about her. She can be kind of..." She trails off.
"Rude?" Harry suggests.
"Slutty?" I smirk, raising an eyebrow. She laughs before covering her mouth and looking around to make sure no one heard. "Why'd you cover your mouth?"
"If she sees me laughing she'll assume we're laughing at her and tell her dad." She replies.
"What's her daddy gonna do?" I roll my eyes.
"He owns this establishment." She elaborates.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Sarah Miller," she answers.
"Tell me, Sarah Miller. Do you like working here?" I lean forward onto my forearms.
"Hell no," she scoffs.
"Well, I work at Oscar's Diner. I don't know if you know where that is, but it's over on 22nd street. I could get you an interview if you'd like." What I say shocks both Harry and I. Am I actually being nice?
"Seriously? You'd do that for me?" Her face fills with hope.
"Of course, it's almost Christmas!" I smile. "And I'm pretty close with the owner."
"You mean I might actually be getting out of here?" She breaths.
"I don't think there's a might about it." I smile.
"Thank you so much. You know what? Your food and drinks are on the house. I'll pay for them. What do you guys want?" She rambles.
"Surprise us." I give another smile before she noda and walks away. This is more smiling than I've done in awhile. I look back at Harry, and he's staring at me for the third time. "What is it this time?"
"Your facade is breaking."
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thin // harry styles
Fanfic"you tried to change, didn't you? closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake... you can't make homes out of human beings. someone should have already told you that."
