THURSDAY, OCTOBER 18 2018
I awoke with a splitting headache, and groaned when my eyes met the bright morning sun.
I didn’t remember how I got home.
Maybe a cab? I don’t think I would’ve called Elijah. I was in no mood to deal with anyone last night.
Rolling out of bed, the last thing I recalled was ordering my fourth bourbon.
My phone told me it was almost eleven and I had six unread text messages.
Eli: Hope you’re not wrapped around a tree
Eli: Since you didn’t drag your ass to school, I’m coming over at one
Molls: Elijah called me. Let me know if you want me home
H: Good morning
H: I hope you’re okay
Eli: Last class is cancelled so I’ll be there at noon
My eyes rolled instinctively before replying to Elijah.
Noelle: Don’t bother. Meet me at Subway
I stopped at Dunkin’ Donuts to get a coffee on my way there.
After ordering my usual and sitting at a table in the back, my chin rested on my palm while my eyes were shut.
“Hey, Avery,” a deep British voice greeted.
I didn’t move. “Styles.” I felt the bench move as he sat next to me.
“Sorry I didn’t leave a note or something before I left. I had to rush to practice.”
My eyes snapped open. “Before you what?”
He didn’t answer right away, and I turned to face him. His was clearly confused. “Before I left your flat.”
“You were at my place last night?” Did Harry take me home? He spent the night?
Why don’t I remember this at all?
“Yeah. I drove you home from River Room.” He paused to chuckle. “You must’ve been really smashed if you can’t remember.”
I gave him a blank stare. “Did, um... Did we...?”
He smiled. “No. We just slept.”
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Did I thank you for taking me home?” I wondered halfheartedly.
“You did.”
“Good. What are you doing here?”
“Lunch with some lads from the team.” He nodded behind him and I followed his gaze.
I noticed Matt first, and my mouth ran dry. I turned back around before seeing who else was there.
That gave me an idea.
“Hey, how many guys on your team have a name that start with the letter H?” I asked him.
He looked down, thinking. “Four, including myself. Why?”
I shrugged. “No reason.”
So I had four possible suspects on my mysterious stalker.
I pulled out my phone.
Harry stood up. “I should get back. You’re coming to the party this weekend, yeah?”
“Don’t I always?” I retorted without looking up.
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Social Suicide (Texting Harry Styles)
FanfictionNOTES: discontinued - I'm rewriting the whole narrative. It'll be even darker and it won't include Harry Styles. I'll start posting it on my profile under the same name and I will keep this story up as a reference. Thanks for reading and I hope you...
