kalopsia [harry styles]

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an; please tell me if you think that it's a little bit rushed i just want to improve my writing and make the best versions that i can :)
anyway.... 4500 words for yall. enjoy!

FALLON COLLINS

I'm making myself lunch when there's a knock on my door.

I frown, wondering who it could be. It definitely wasn't Nadia, she had work at this hour, and it couldn't be my parents because they didn't even call me to check in on me... why would they be visiting me anyways?

I hear another sharp but sturdy nod, and then I put my knife down, going to the front door and opening it.

In front of me stands harry, unlit cigarette in his mouth, hands in his jean pockets, and leaned against the stairway railing. He has a silk white shirt, the first buttons undone (like always) and some black jeans with his signature boots. My first thought is that he looked really good, his jawline sharp and his features closed off any emotion.

He looked so in habitat and relaxed, I almost forgot that he was standing on my dingy apartment hallway.

When I open the door a little bit more he looks at me, scanning my body from my feet up until he meets my wide eyes.

"Harry" I acknowledge, not knowing what to say. I wasn't really expecting a visit, so my outfit wasn't really dressed to the occasion, and I hadn't been prepared to socially interact with people too.

"Fallon" He responds with the same tone as I did, his words slightly muffled because the cigarrette on his lips, his mouth curving into a smirk.

I stammer for words, still kind of surprised that he came by. We hadn't seen or talked to each other since therapy, on Sunday. It was Wednesday.

Then when I see his eyebrows rise in expectancy for me to do something, I jump into action, shuffling to the side of the door to make a space.

"I'm sorry, come in, come in" I motion, holding the door open.

He eyes me for a moment before looking inside of my apartment and then shaking his head.

"No need. I'll wait here" He must have seen my confused face because he sighs, taking his cigarette out of his lips and putting it between his ear so it rests there.

"Get dressed. I'm taking you out to see my New York" he stares me down, his eyes shimmering different shades of green under the dim hallway light.

I stay still for a moment, considering my options.

It's not like I could say no, he was already here. Also, I would feel really bad if he had come all the way here and then had to leave because I didn't want to go out of my apartment.

Besides, I'd made a deal with him, and I tried to stick with my promises as much as I could.

I look at him for a moment before nodding and pointing back at my apartment.

"I'll leave my door open while I get dressed. It'll be a second" I tell him before turning around and rushing to my bedroom. 

I throw open my closet doors, scanning my clothes for a moment before pulling out my outfit, which is a pale kind of dull green button up blouse with some print, a pair of beige pants and some white sneakers.

Rushing as fast as I can, I put on my clothes, struggling to button up my shirt and then pulling a matching green headband on my hair to make up for the fact that I hadn't brushed it all morning.

I don't bother with makeup, knowing that it will take too long and Harry's literally waiting outside the door, so I wash my teeth before grabbing a small bag and then leaving my room.