American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 16 - Stutter a little more

"ALL BY MYSELF....DON'T WANNA BE ALL BY MYSELF ANYMORE..." I sing at the top of my lungs, laying on my kitchen counter with a spoon of ice cream in my mouth.

Bark!

"Shut up and let my sulk in my loneliness, Styles." I groan, grabbing another spoonful of ice cream.

It's been a week since I moved out. Harry hasn't made any attempts to contact me, but that was sort of the point when I left.

I still hoped he would call though.

I'm trying to get over it. Right now I'm in the grief stage where I eat a bunch of junk food and sing sad songs.

God it looks like I just had a terrible breakup.

I kind of did though.

My phone goes off, making me raise my eyebrows. I check to see Joey is calling me.

"What?" I whine.

"Excuse me? Check your attitude." He says.

"You interrupted something important." I snap back.

"Really? And what was this important thing?" He asks.

"Eating ice cream and listening to Whitney Houston and Celine dion." I mumble.

"Is this still about that shit with Harry?" He asks.

I may have told him everything. He's basically my only friend now, besides Styles, but even Styles doesn't like me.

"Maybe." I mumble again, stuffing more ice cream in my face.

"Get over it. Go to a bar and fuck some hot guy or something." He says.

"I totally would, but Styles would miss me to much." I make up an excuse.

Bark!

"I'll kill you." I whisper yell to Styles.

"I will drag you out of that apartment." Joey challenges.

"You don't even know where I live." I huff.

"I can find out." He says.

"I'm not going out so good luck." I say before hanging up the phone and turning up I have nothing on my phone.

About 20 minutes later there's a knock on the door. I sigh and get up, opening the door.

"How did you-"

"This..." He cuts me off, motioning towards my appearance. "will not do. I was thinking something more slutty because you can't go wrong with slutty."

He continues to ramble while pushing past me into my house.

"I don't want to go out." I groan, shutting the door.

"Stop being a little pussy. You're going out and going to get laid." He says, walking into my closet.

"You can't make me." I reply from the kitchen.

"Try me bitch!" He yells back from in my closet.

He comes into the kitchen holding a dress that made my eyes widen.

I haven't seen that in years. I bought it a long time ago and never wore it. It's been in the back of my closet collecting dust since I could remember.