First Love // H.S.

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The morning after the party, I grab my phone to see if I've gotten any messages. My heart drops when I see none.

Yes, I have texts about my modeling career and some friends, but no text from him. And by him, I'm obviously talking about Harry.

What did I expect? We're not together. And it's my own fault.

If I would really want to, I could call him right now and tell him I want to get back together with him. And he would get back together with me without hesitation.

But I'm so afraid he'll cheat on me again. I don't know if I can handle such a painful thing again. It really bruised me.

When my phone makes a sound, I almost jump off my bed in excitement.

Maybe it's him.

I look at my phone.

you awake honey?

My mum.

I sigh and throw my phone onto my bed, the back facing the air.

Maybe I should text him?

No, I would be giving controversial signs. Good morning texts aren't really texts that you send to people whom you just wanna be friends with.

But normally, people don't sleep with friends either. Unless it's friends with benefits, but this is not the case.

It was a one time thing. It won't happen again. At least not until November.

Unless...

My phone suddenly rings, as in an incoming phone call, and this time- I literally jump off my bed in excitement. I snatch my phone off my bed to check the caller ID.

My heart accelerates faster than the speed of light when I see the clear letters Harry Styles.

Should I pick up?

No.

Why not, actually?

I take a deep breath before picking up my phone with a shaking hand.

'H-Hey.' I stutter.

'Oh, fuck, I didn't think you would actually pick up.' Harry's voice answers.
'I didn't think I would pick up either, but here I am.' I tell.

'So, um- hi.' He says awkwardly.
'Hey.' I answer.

'Um, how are you feeling?' He asks.
'A bit hungover. You?' I answer.

'Yeah, same. Um- You still remember everything that happened last night?' He asks.
'I went to your party and got drunk. That was all, right?' I ask.

'Um... yeah, that was all.' Harry answers. I can hear from the sound of his voice that he's upset.

'I'm just messing with you, Harry. I remember everything.' I tell.
'Really, what happened then?' Harry asks. I don't even see him right now, and I know that he has his stupid, adorable smile on his face.

'You happened.' I answer, feeling myself smile as well while I sit down on my bed.

'Me and you happened.' He corrects me.
'Yeah, um, you're right.' I say.

'Do you- do you regret it?' He asks.
'N-No. Not at all. You?' I ask.

'Do I regret it? Is that a serious question? You were fucking amazing.' Harry says, on a tone as if I just asked the stupidest question ever.

'But, I called you to ask if you've changed your mind on, like- us.' He continues.
'I- I don't know. I need more time.' I sigh.

'Well, how much time do you think you'll need? Because, if we're gonna do what we did at my party again, we're basically friends with benefits and I don't think that I'm interested in that.' Harry tells.
'I thought- I was thinking that last night was a one-night stand.' I mutter.