Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part forty-seven.

^^^ reference, these will make more sense later in the chapter.

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Harry

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Earlier this morning...

I leaned near the gas tank, peering through the window at a sleeping Niall and Meg. Peaceful with the silence resulting from the pillowing snow. My cell buzzes in my pocket, I switch the petrol to my other hand, flicking the cell open and answering it. I don't speak first instead waiting for the other line to sound. "Good morning to you Styles." A voice comes over the phone, one that now sent knives down my throat. Blind rage into my system, head reeling profusely.

I look over a Meg, vast away into slumber. Her mouth slightly agape, chest heaving at a peacefully slow pace. Hair feathered amongst her beauty. A glorious sight, but one that guilted me thoroughly.

"What do you want?" I snap, I didn't even care if I came off as an ass. Quite honestly I wanted to come off as an ass. Even though I knew my snide behavior wouldn't falter this person's wants and needs.

"What a way to greet me... shesh." I desperately want to deck this prick in the face, send him to the ER where the doctors barely can Id him with my damage. My urge to beat him to a bloody pulp had been growing exponentially.

"I don't have time for your shit, just tell me." My chest burns with agony, jaw clenched shut. My gum again; personal punching bag. I needed to occupy my body somehow, or I'd actually give somebody a black eye.

"How's Magnolia? Stunning as ever." He was pushing my buttons like they were a carnival game. Knowing exactly how to get on my nerves by bringing up Meg. With my rising temper, these tricks weren't going to last long at all.

"Cut the bullshit."

He sighs into the speaker, annoyed when in reality I should be the one making a fuss. I exhale deeply to calm my everlasting anger, telling myself I needed to seriously chill the fuck out. "Alright, I need you to get Magnolia hooked back on pills, Adderall, Percocet, whatever floats your boat." He's kidding, right? There's no fucking way I was about to do that.

"Are you fucking mental?" I sneer, my voice had skyrocketed, shouting into the open air. The realization that Megs right in the car peels over me, I lower my tone while ignoring the fact my ears were nearly pouring smoke.

"Oh come on, it was a piece of cake for me, shouldn't be much of a chore for you —too easy." What the fuck does that mean?

"No, fuck that!" I curse, utterly disregarding the fact I tried to keep my temper. It was roughly taken from my fingers.