Lonely Hearts Club
Gives You Hell
She stared at his reply for almost an hour, completely and utterly shocked by his bluntness.
Sent To: Harry.
From: Bo.
Got my graduation at the start of July, really having trouble tearing myself away from my books to go grab some oxygen without you around to remind me, your flat's still in one piece btw haha. Surprised?-x
Sent To: Bo.
From: Harry.
Good,good. Have fun.
It was like he hadn't even read her message properly, not conversing over anything she said, just what seemed like a generic reply. And the truth was, it hurt her, to think he just didn't care anymore, that she was just another name in his book.
Although, Bo had no idea, that across the ocean, Harry had turned down going on a day out in LA with the boys, at the arrival of your text. He had opened it just before they were due to leave, and as he read the text over and over, being unable to smile at the thought of Bo setting fire to the kitchen and in turn, burning down the whole complex. But when it came to replying, sheesh the boy had no idea what to reply. He almost had two many things to say to her, but he didn't want to say it all in a measly text, so after mulling it over for an hour, in the empty LA house, all he could come up with was Good, good. Have fun. Couldn't even put a kiss at the end to ease her discomfort and uneasiness at his reply.
She felt like she was loosing him day by day, that he had found other friends, other girls, whilst he didn't know what to say to her anymore, even though he desperately wanted to speak to her, he had suddenly forgotten how to hold a conversation, not just with Bo, but with anyone.
Well sitting here is not going to solve anything Harry. Get your act together.The voice inside his head was almost screaming at him, so on complete impulse and without thinking it through he picked up the phone he had just tossed into the mound of his un-made bed sheets and dialled Bo's number, no longer caring about the time difference or anything of the sort.
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The number you have dialled is unavailable. The person's number may have changed or the recipient may have prevented contact.
What? ''Prevented contact? What the hell is that sup- oh.''
Yes, you guessed right, just moments before Harry made the call, Bo made a bold decision and took the first step to giving Harry Styles a taste of his own medicine. By blocking his number.
As realisation finally hit Harry, tears threatened to spill over the edge, so much had changed in the past few months and just by knowing that he could talk to Bo and she would be there, that she would always be there. But he was wrong, she wouldn't always be there, because who would want to stick around to help out a prick like him?
''Mate we're back early.'' Liam's voice sounded as the jangling of keys could be hear, and muffled chatter.
He jumped over to the mirror, to see his eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't do much about that, but he could wipe the tears that had begun to spill over the edge, and he could put a fake smile on his face, one that he hoped the boys would believe, and even if they did, he doubted they would confront him about it, they always avoided his problems.
''You alright, why you back so early?'' Harry clambered down the stairs, trying to act interested in their excuse.
''Yeah, but jesus it's so hot out there,too hot, plus so many people were asking for photos and autographs it just wasn't very enjoyable.'' Liam spoke, sipping on a glass of iced water by the sink.
''So we decided to chill by the pool today, plus we didn't want you getting lonely no do we curly?'' Louis sounded, ruffling Harry's curls before running up the stairs to fish out his trunks.
Too late for that, Harry thought.
He fixed his hair so he was able to see again, only to make awkward eye contact with Zayn, who was already looking at him. A I-Know-something's-up- look, a look that surprised Harry, none of the boys, especially Zayn were very good with feelings, and most of the time, had learnt to hope the big problems in their lives would dissapear over night.
This one certainly wouldn't.
Sent To: Harry.
From: Bo.
Got my graduation at the start of July, really having trouble tearing myself away from my books to go grab some oxygen without you around to remind me, your flat's still in one piece btw haha. Surprised?-x
Sent To: Bo.
From: Harry.
Good,good. Have fun.
It was like he hadn't even read her message properly, not conversing over anything she said, just what seemed like a generic reply. And the truth was, it hurt her, to think he just didn't care anymore, that she was just another name in his book.
Although, Bo had no idea, that across the ocean, Harry had turned down going on a day out in LA with the boys, at the arrival of your text. He had opened it just before they were due to leave, and as he read the text over and over, being unable to smile at the thought of Bo setting fire to the kitchen and in turn, burning down the whole complex. But when it came to replying, sheesh the boy had no idea what to reply. He almost had two many things to say to her, but he didn't want to say it all in a measly text, so after mulling it over for an hour, in the empty LA house, all he could come up with was Good, good. Have fun. Couldn't even put a kiss at the end to ease her discomfort and uneasiness at his reply.
She felt like she was loosing him day by day, that he had found other friends, other girls, whilst he didn't know what to say to her anymore, even though he desperately wanted to speak to her, he had suddenly forgotten how to hold a conversation, not just with Bo, but with anyone.
Well sitting here is not going to solve anything Harry. Get your act together.The voice inside his head was almost screaming at him, so on complete impulse and without thinking it through he picked up the phone he had just tossed into the mound of his un-made bed sheets and dialled Bo's number, no longer caring about the time difference or anything of the sort.
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The number you have dialled is unavailable. The person's number may have changed or the recipient may have prevented contact.
What? ''Prevented contact? What the hell is that sup- oh.''
Yes, you guessed right, just moments before Harry made the call, Bo made a bold decision and took the first step to giving Harry Styles a taste of his own medicine. By blocking his number.
As realisation finally hit Harry, tears threatened to spill over the edge, so much had changed in the past few months and just by knowing that he could talk to Bo and she would be there, that she would always be there. But he was wrong, she wouldn't always be there, because who would want to stick around to help out a prick like him?
''Mate we're back early.'' Liam's voice sounded as the jangling of keys could be hear, and muffled chatter.
He jumped over to the mirror, to see his eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't do much about that, but he could wipe the tears that had begun to spill over the edge, and he could put a fake smile on his face, one that he hoped the boys would believe, and even if they did, he doubted they would confront him about it, they always avoided his problems.
''You alright, why you back so early?'' Harry clambered down the stairs, trying to act interested in their excuse.
''Yeah, but jesus it's so hot out there,too hot, plus so many people were asking for photos and autographs it just wasn't very enjoyable.'' Liam spoke, sipping on a glass of iced water by the sink.
''So we decided to chill by the pool today, plus we didn't want you getting lonely no do we curly?'' Louis sounded, ruffling Harry's curls before running up the stairs to fish out his trunks.
Too late for that, Harry thought.
He fixed his hair so he was able to see again, only to make awkward eye contact with Zayn, who was already looking at him. A I-Know-something's-up- look, a look that surprised Harry, none of the boys, especially Zayn were very good with feelings, and most of the time, had learnt to hope the big problems in their lives would dissapear over night.
This one certainly wouldn't.
Notes
Comment please! Sorry I haven't updated himym yet when i said i would but i'm having a bit of a writers block on how to end that story.~S.V
11/18/13