Pretty Venom |N.H|

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songs to listen to for this chapter:

lime st - neck deep

favorite crime - olivia rodrigo

last young renegade - atl

miles away - the maine

way with words - the wrecks

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Jasey Foster

February 18.

I'm skipping classes yet again.

I'm keeping up with my work though, and I explained that there were personal matters, as well as family matters, that I needed to tend to. I'm not sure how well the explanation was received, but I did what I could to make peace on my end.

I'm going back to New York City with Harry today, a plan that was a constant back and forth decision in my head. Every time I gave in, I felt myself becoming scared by the idea and wanting to back out. I hate that I find myself in this situation. I hate that I'm nervous to meet up with my boyfriend, and I hate that I want to run from the problem instead of going to him when I know he needs me, but it's taking time for me to process everything and prepare myself for the time that we see each other again. I don't want to make him feel worse by seeing me worked up.

Harry showed up to my school's campus two days ago, and after he came back to my room with me to talk and hang out for a bit, we got some food and had to come up with a plan for the night.

We argued about him staying in a hotel nearby. He said it wasn't a problem for him to sleep on the floor in my dorm, but I still felt bad about the potential arrangement. If I knew he was coming I would have had more time to figure something out for him.

The conversation went something like...

"The floor is fine, really."

"I'm not letting you sleep on this gross ass floor. There's barely any room either. It's not fair to you."

He shrugged. "Just toss me a blanket and I'll be fine. You won't even know I'm here."

I rolled my eyes at his persistence. "Let me get you a hotel."

"I'm capable of getting my own hotel."

"Well if I'm going to kick you out then I should give you a place to go."

He pouted. "You're kicking me out?"

"I'm trying to do it nicely. You can't stay here."

"Come on, I'll be alone, Jase."

I already had hotels pulled up on my phone, finding the closest but also the most affordable option. "I'll buy you an Uber to come here and we can hang out, but you can't sleep here. I'll feel bad if you sleep on the floor."

"Would you have made Niall sleep on the floor?" he challenged.

I didn't look up from my phone. "That's completely different."

"Smells like double standards to me," he mumbled.

"He's my boyfriend," I reminded him, now looking at him.

"And we're bestiesss," he sang, smiling wide at me as if it would convince me.

It didn't.

He slept in a hotel.