two | h.s. - t.c.

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Jenny's pov

"have you heard from timothée?" were the first words kayla said when i opened my door.

the time read 11:34 pm, and i had been in my bed, trying to write some things.

"what do you mean?" i asked, confused.

"this bitch usually answers my texts—especially when it's about music, and he hasn't answered any of my texts or calls." she said. she seemed a bit worried.

i glanced over at his door, causing her to say "i knocked, no answer."

"i never heard him close his door." i quietly spoke my thoughts, making kayla to let out a "huh?"

"we talked in the hall, and when i went back to my room i never heard a door close. you think he's somewhere outside?" i asked.

she sighed, "oh no, what shit is he pulling now."

it seemed like she had been through this before, or at least knew him well enough to know his behavior.

"let's say he got into a fight with harry, where would he usually go?" i asked.

she shrugged, "the park? i don't know, last tour whenever he needed time to himself he'd go smoke at a local park or something." she leaned her head back out of annoyance, "they fought again?"

"do they usually always fight?" i asked.

"they bicker over dumb shit, but it must be serious enough this time for timothée to leave." she looked at her phone before looking back at the hallway.

"i'll go." i said, causing her head to shoot back towards me.

"are you crazy? i wouldn't let you do that, i'll go."

"i pissed him off last, i think i'll take care of it this time." i said, causing her to look at me before letting out a sigh.

"fine. but text me when you guys come back." she said, and i pulled out my phone to get her number. i handed it to her, and she created a contact for herself in my phone.

"got it." i answered before we said our goodbyes. i went back into my room, quickly changing into sweats before grabbing my purse, heading out.

checking my phone, the time read 11:40 when i left my hotel room. i searched directions to the nearest park, seeing that it was almost three minutes away.

he had to be there.

i wanted him to open up to me. i hated the tough act he held. he needed to face that i'd be around him for months, there was no way he could shut me out for that long.

the walk was quiet, cars passing by here and there as i stayed alert. good thing i kept pepper spray in my purse, i thought as i put on the hood of my black hoodie, covering my hair as i spotted the park entrance.

it wasn't long before i saw timothée, sitting on a swing with a cigarette in his hand. i knew he was going to hate seeing me here out of no where. he'd much rather be seeing kayla, but he'd have to deal with me for now.

he watched me as i sat onto the swing by him, not surprised at all.

"wasn't expecting to see you here out of all people." he said as he continued to look straight.

"what's wrong, is everything alright?" i said.

he let out a laugh, "oh, so we're jumping right into that, are we know?" he said "like you know who i am." his voice held a sarcastic tone.