FINE LINE | HARRY STYLES

TWELVE.

SEPTEMBER, 2017.

I wake up, under the covers naked, to an empty bed. I groan mentally.

I am so pissed for not waking up.

But I was so exhausted from the hours and hours we spent last night. I'm starting to think he wanted to keep going on purpose. So I wouldn't wake up.

I sigh heavily and turn to my side, met by a folded piece of paper replacing where he once was. I frown.

I reach over and open the paper. I smile at his pretty handwriting.

Sunlight,

I'm sorry I didn't wake you. I knew it would be harder to say goodbye. I miss your face already. I wish you were here. Just know, wherever I am, whatever I am doing. I am always thinking of you.

H.

Ps, I left something for you on the nightstand.

I quickly sit up, leaning over to see a small photo sitting on the surface. I pick it up and grin at it.

He is so handsome.

I flip it over to see more of his writing.

For whenever you miss me. Don't worry, I have one of you too.

Damn him.

I bring the picture toward me and hold it close to my chest.

I am so whipped.

-

"You spent a whole month practically holed up in his place and couldn't tell him?"

Blair is sitting on my couch as I make her coffee.

"I was just so wrapped up in everything. And him." I sigh.

"So basically he was dicking you down so much that you couldn't speak?"

I blush and join her on the couch. She takes the coffee from me and sips it.

"I'm going to tell him. I just don't know how."

"Best way you can. Catch him by surprise."

"How would I do that?"

Blair grabs her phone, typing a few things on it before showing me. Harry's tour dates look right at me.

"He's going to be in New York in two days." She tells me. "Go."

"What? Why—"

Then it hits me.

New York.

Where we had our first kiss.

"Oh my God." I clap my hand over my mouth.

"It'll mean the world to him."

"You're a genius, B." I say, throwing my arms around her.

She smirks at me, "I know."

-

I pace my bedroom floor, trying to figure out what to pack. This was a big moment, I need to look good.

After much thought, I let out a groan and flop back onto my bed.

I'm helpless without him.

Usually he helps me pick out outfits. But, now that he's gone it's suddenly the hardest thing in the world to choose an outfit.

I eventually settle on a simple little silk dress. Hopefully I can accessorize well enough to make it pop better.

I sit on my bed, satisfied. My plane ticket is bought and I'm all packed. All I need to do is last a day.

Blue curls up beside me as I scroll through my laptop. I pet her and lean back, shutting my eyes.

The knock on my door brings me back to reality and I groan, hopping off my bed. I make my way to the door and open it, shocked at the person standing there.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I coldly ask.

Wesley runs his fingers through his hair and sighs.

"I want to talk, Mona."

"You lost that ability when you almost got me killed."

"I wasn't thinking. I was so angry and I didn't see the truck and—"

"And you were drunk."

He grows silent. I start to shut the door.

"Wait!" He calls, using his foot to stop it.

"Leave me alone!" I snap.

Wesley pulls the door back open and reaches for me. I back up and cross my arms.

"I'm sorry, Mona. I really am. I wasn't myself. It's just...I knew I was losing you to him. I was scared."

"So you decide to hit me?"

"I didn't mean to, you know that. I just wanted you to listen to me."

"You cheated on me. I'm not saying we're both in the right but fuck, Wes. Did you even love her?"

"What makes that different than what you've done?"

"I love him. I'm going all the way to New York to tell him. I wasn't doing it just to do it. I did it because you treated me like I didn't matter. So, tell me, did you love her?"

Wesley looks to the floor.

"I didn't love any of them." He softly says.

I scoff.

"Go home, Wesley." I whisper before shutting the door.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sit down on the couch.

My phone starts to ring, and I grab it. It's Blair.

"Why was Wesley at your house?" She quickly asks.

"What? How did you know that?"

"Because it's all over the internet. Paparazzi caught him."

"Fuck." I grumble.

"Have you talked to Harry?"

"He hasn't texted me back. Do you think...?"

"Maybe."

"Okay, I'll call you later."

I hang up and dial Harry's number, biting my lip.

No answer.

I tug at my hair and groan in frustration. He probably thinks the worst right now.

I need to go to New York.

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This is so short omg. I'll probably double update today then