Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 22

-Harry's P.O.V-

The sunlight spills out of the blinds, causing me to wake up.

I groan as I try to open my eyes and check the alarm clock that's on the bedside table.

It's 2:48 pm.

I groan again and decide to sleep.

My arms reach out for Carrie, only to be reaching for air.

I open my eyes again and look at the empty space on the bed, remembering what had happened yesterday night.

Shit.

I let Carrie sleep on the couch.

If anything, I should have slept on the couch.

I throw the blanket off my half naked body and make my way to the living room.

When I get into the living room, I don't find Carrie on the couch.

I check every room in the house and there are still no signs of Carrie.

Did she run away?

I thought she loved me.

Wow.

I'm a selfish bastard.

That's all I care about?

If she loved me or not?

Right now I should be wondering where she had gone to.

I go back to the living room, hoping that she is there but I just didn't check carefully.

My hopes are slightly shot down as I don't find her except a sticky note stained with ink of a pen on the bowl of fruits.

Slowly picking up the sticky note, I debate whether or not if I should read it.

What if she did run away?

Fuck, I'll just find her.

My eyes scan the sticky note.

I'll be back at 3.

That's all?

I turn the sticky note around to see if I had missed anything else.

When it was clear that nothing was hidden in the small paper, I look at the clock that's hanging from the wall.

It's 3:02 pm.

She said she would be back at 3 but it's 3:02.

Maybe she's late.

Maybe there was traffic.

Maybe she-

No, what if something happened to her?

What if The Man found her and took her again?

If he fucking does I'll-

Right then, the front door opens.

Carrie steps in with bags on her arms.

"Carrie?" I call.

She turns to me, holding out the bags.

"Can you bring these to the kitchen?" She asks, smiling.

I nod, taking them from her to bring then to the kitchen like she had asked.

When she takes her shoes and sweater off, she joins me in the kitchen.

"Where did you go?" I ask.

"I went grocery shopping," She replies, pointing at the bags that are obviously filled with food, "You didn't have any food in the fridge so I decided to get some."

I nod again.

She begins to take the food out from the bags and into the fridge and cupboard.

Where did she get the money from?

I've never lent her money and I know for sure she doesn't have her own.

What if she stole money from me?

I don't think she would do that but then, where did she get it from?

There's no money laying around the house.

I decide not to call her out on it and help her unpack the groceries.

"So, how was your sleep?" She asks, trying to make a conversation with me.

"It was good," I reply awkwardly and look at her, seeing that she has a smile on her face.

I thought she wouldn't even talk to me after what had happened last night.

"I'm sorry for last night," I apologize, running my hand through my hair, tugging it at the end.

"It's fine," She looks up at me, giving me a reassuring smile.

"No, it's not. You didn't want to do it and I almost forced you," I frown.

"I promise, it's fine. No need to apologize."

"I'm also sorry for letting you sleep on the couch. I should have slept out there instead."

"If you apologize again I'm going to leave," She says jokingly.

"Sor-," I begin to apologize again but cover my mouth, "You didn't count that did you?"

She laughs, "Let's pretend that didn't happen."

A/N: Sorry if it's boring and shit. It's a filler chapter.