Social Suicide (Texting Harry Styles)

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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 17 2018

“That was an amazing swing, Elle.” I felt a hand graze my back.

I half-smiled. “Thanks, Kody.”

His eyes stayed glued to me longer than they should’ve. Without a response, he walked back around the gate to his truck.

It was only him and I here, like every Wednesday morning before classes.

I leaned against the fence as I finished my iced coffee, and heard my phone ding.

I groaned. “It’s fucking six A.M.”

H: I see you

Noelle: What the fuck?

Noelle: Stop being a stalker, oh my god

H: You’ll see me in a second, too

H: Football practice

Noelle: I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE

Noelle: I don’t have a name or a face

Noelle: So no, I won’t see you

Noelle: I’ll see a bunch of football players

Noelle: The creeper texting me just happens to be amongst them

H: Rude

H: But anyway

H: You look beautiful in your baseball uniform

Noelle: CREEPER

Noelle: But thanks

Noelle: I guess?

H: You’re welcome

Noelle: I’m leaving now

H: NO WAIT

H: You’re my good luck charm

Noelle: I’ve literally never been to a game before

Noelle: Well except twice freshman year

Noelle: So yeah I’m getting in my car

H: It’s a nice car

Noelle: I know

Noelle: Tell Matt to go fuck himself for me

Noelle: Now get off your phone and focus on football, bye

I drove off without reading the last message from H. My Communications class wasn’t until eleven so I took my time getting back home.

I walked in my apartment to see Molly alone on the couch. “Hey! I didn’t see you at all yesterday.”

She smiled at me. “Sorry, Tyler took me to his new place.”

“New place? He moved out of Thomas’s?”

“Yeah. It’s really nice.”

“Good. Thomas is gross.”

She hummed in agreement, then left to get ready for her first class.

I turned on my phone, noticing H’s message.

H: I’ll be thinking of you

I drifted off to sleep with that in my mind.