Canyon Moon | H.S.

Where's Rock Bottom? (52)

Harry's POV

The doorbell rings, interrupting the silence. Every cell in my body groans at the mere thought of moving from the bed, the sight of the ceiling burned into my eyes. I don't know how long I've been laying here for.

The doorbell sounds again, and I drag myself out of bed, pausing to steady myself as my vision goes white. 

Definitely got up too fast.

Whoever is here has resorted to banging on the door by the time I get to it, and the sound drills directly into my skull. I throw the door open and Mitch is standing there.

"What the fuck, Mitch?" I ask, my throat feeling like sandpaper.

Two days have passed since the party, and I haven't heard from Natalie, despite the messages I've sent and the voicemails I've left. I don't even know where she is. Anna won't tell me anything, she isn't speaking to me at all.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Mitch says as he pushes into my house.

My brow furrows. I know he's just joking, but the fact of the matter is that, yeah, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, because there wasn't anyone sleeping next to me to keep me on the right side.

"Why are you here?" I ask as I shut the door harshly.

"Because no one's heard from you in two days, and we're meant to leave for Washington tomorrow." He just stands in my living room, staring at me.

I see his eyes flicker over me, obviously taking in my appearance, and I clench my teeth. I don't need any fucking judgement from him right now, no matter how much I look like shit. I'm well aware I haven't changed my clothes in two days, or showered...

"I'm fine." I spit out, trying to walk past him into my office.

He follows me. Of course.

"I wasn't born yesterday."

"You're hilarious."

The pit in my stomach only grows as I hear myself be a complete asshole to Mitch. I've already managed to push Natalie away, there's no earthly point in doing the same to my friends.

"Wow... you're really going through it." He says, sitting down. "Are you gonna tell me what happened?"

I really don't want to. I'd much rather pretend it never happened.

"Saskia kissed me." I say, my chest aching as I say it out loud.

"Fuck." He looks shocked. I can't blame him.

"Yeah." I run my hand over my face and through my unwashed hair, feeling disgusting. "And I was so shocked that I didn't push her away."

"Fucking hell Styles."

"Save it, Mitch. I already know I'm a grade A arsehole. She won't reply to any of my texts or calls. I don't even fucking know where she is."

I won't admit it, but I'm terrified. She could be anywhere and I have no idea. I asked literally everyone I know who lives in LA, but she's not with any of them. I didn't tell them what was happening, but obviously by me having to ask they now all know there's something wrong.

The last thing I want is for people trying to poke in and ask me about our relationship, but I need to know where she is, at the very least. What I really need is to see her and to explain and apologise, but I know there's a pretty slim chance of that happening right now.

"So why are you still moping around the house?"

I stare at him, baffled. He looks dead serious but what he just said to me must be a joke.