Shorts Skirts

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

I started to panic since I had no clue how to get back home, Zayn was the only source of transport i had and now I never want to see him again.

I had no other choice but to call Harry and ask him to pick me up.

H-harry?…

Rosie. Where the fuck are you!

p-please can you come pick me up… I sobbed in-between my words

Tell me where you are right now!

I told him my whereabouts and he said that he’d be there in 10 minutes. Anger laced his voice and I was terrified of what he was going to do to me. 1

I waited on the front porch and I saw that his black range Rover rode up the street. 1

He rolled down the window and told me to get in.

His hair was messy, his shirt half unbuttoned and his jaw was clenched tightly. I’m definitely in for it tonight…

He didn’t speak a word to me or even share a glance which meant he was truly disappointed with me. I’d rather have him shout and scream than ignore me.

“H-harry i-” I whispered.

“I don’t want to hear another word from you, got it?”.

I didn’t say a word after that, tears rolled down my cheek and I couldn’t control my emotions any longer.

The car came to a halt and Harry left first and didn’t even bother to look back, he was so mad.

I finally found the courage to go inside the house and leave the car. I knew I was in trouble and there would be no getting out of it this time.

I saw that Harry had a glass of liquor in his hand and he was sitting on the couch staring into space. what was he thinking?

I crept up slowly behind him not wanting to be loud or anger him any more.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he started.

“i-i’m sorry”

“I can’t deal with your reckless shit anymore Rosie, I try to be there for you but you go and sneak out to some strangers party with a boy you don’t even know!”.

“I know I messed up” I said quietly.

“yeah Rosie you did. you messed up big time” he placed his glass on the coffee table and rose up from the couch.

He walked towards me with a dull look on his face. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling at this point or what he was going to do.

He reached out his hand to touch my cheek but I flinched away.

“are you afraid of me?” pain lacing in his voice.

“n-no” I lied

“don’t lie to me Rosie”

“I’m s-sorry “

“what are you sorry for Rosie, sorry for leaving without telling me?, sorry for making me worried about you? ,which one is it?”

“I’m just sorry for everything”

“I said I don’t want to hear your lies anymore, I’m sick of it! you need to learn how your actions affect others, the world doesn’t revolve around you ,Rosie”.

“i-i know” I sobbed.

“no. I don’t think you do”.

The next thing he did surprised me. He grabbed his phone and his keys then went straight out the door, I heard his car driving away.

He left.

How can I be so stupid? I lead him to this, I was wrong about everything.

I dropped down to my knees and started crying into my hands. The next thing I knew I was laying on the floor curled up in a featus position. My tears tired me out and I fell asleep on the hard wooden floor.