SHE- H.S

2- Own My Own

Harry-

I scribbled down lyrics as my fingers struck the cords of my guitar. I was stumped, not sure how to continue the song. So instead I sang what I already had.

"We're just swimming around in our glasses and talking out of ours asses

like we're all gonna make it, yeah, yeah

feels like this could be forever right now

don't wanna sleep cause we're dreaming out loud"

I sighed, setting the instrument down before rubbing my hands over my face. I don't know why I had writers block. Maybe it was because I was bad at writing about my life, or maybe it was because of the things I wanted to leave untouched. I couldn't help but feel like there was no point in putting the intimate details of my life into a song for the world to hear. I valued my privacy far too much for that. My eyes glanced at the clock, 3:28 A.M. shit. I really need to get some sleep. Just as I was about to get up my phone screen flashed on.

NEW MESSAGE FROM NIALL: Hey, was just trying to think of something for a song... wanna grab a drink and chat?

I laughed at the message before typing back a quick yep. Grabbing my slip on vans and a jacket before heading towards the door. Maybe this is just what I needed, a drink and conversation with a friend.
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My fingers knocked on the soft wood of Nialls flat, waiting patiently for him to open the door to let me in. I bit my lip and tapped my foot impatiently. As I was about to knock again the door swag open and Niall stood in the entrance with a small smile on his face. I rolled my eyes, pushing past him and into the lit living area.

"Where's the vod-" My voice stopped as I spotted the familiar curly brown hair that ran down her back. My eyes went wide and I turned back to where my friend stood. His eyes tried to figure out the panic on my face, his eyebrow rose in confusion.

"N, you didn't tell me Harry was coming," her shrill voice echoed through the small room, my heartbeat picked up. Had I known she would be here I would have never left the comfort of my home. I would have stayed, staring at the half empty piece of paper while mindlessly playing the guitar. "Haz," she hummed, taking a small step towards me. "it's been too long," before I could process what was happening her hand was on my shoulder, sliding slowly to take hold of my fisted hands. I winced, pulling myself away from her cold touch. No, no, no ,no. This could not be happening. She was not here, this had to be a dream. She was not standing in front of me, touching me like it was nothing. I had to be imagining this. My eyes scanned over her, shaking my head as I took in her appearance. Her body was barely covered by a pair of black pajama shorts that rose far to high. Her top half was adored by a simple white tank top, I noted that she in fact was not wearing a bra.

"Stephanie," her name felt like a sin as it fell off my lips. Her light brown eyes met mine, a small smirk playing at her plump lips. She reached out to me once again but I took a step back and she frowned.

"What Haz? Not happy to see me?"I rolled my eyes at her words. How was she able to act like everything was fine, like she hadn't ripped my heart from my chest a short while ago. How could she stand there in front of me with a smirk on her lips after everything she put me through.

"I was hoping the last time would have been just that, the last," I muttered, my eyes falling to the floor. "I need a drink," I stated pushing past her and into the kitchen. I heard her and Niall exchange words back and forth but I wasn't listening. I needed to find something to numb this pain I was currently feeling in my chest. I went through the fridge, my eyes narrowing in on a full bottle of vodka. I grabbed it and twisted the cap off, bringing it to my lips. I winced at the dull stinging that it caused my throat before continuing to take large swigs. My pain switched to anger as I turned to look at Niall and Stephanie. Her hand was on her hip as she threw the other in the air. I watched as he rolled his eyes before moving from his position in front of his door, she huffed before stomping out of his flat. The door slammed behind her.