Scripted || Harry Styles

X: Busted

With that, he dropped the keys on my counter, turned around, and left my apartment.

"Well, that went well," I honestly said with a hint of a smile.

I was glad that I went over to Harry's apartment last night and managed to get something out of him. Knowing that little piece of information allowed me to see and understand the other side of him that he hid from everyone else. I also figured that being rude was a defence mechanism for him—but of course, that didn't mean that his actions were justified because they definitely were not.

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I wrapped my fluffy robe tighter around my body and held my cup of coffee closer to my chest. It was a chilly day in Vancouver but even with all the heating on set, I was freezing my butt off. I was still a bit hung over and I felt like I was going to catch a cold; my throat felt funny and I got a little cough.

I ate another piece of pre-cut orange (because vitamin C) as I reviewed my lines for the first scene of the day. I took a sip of my coffee and quickly scanned the craft service room. There were a few other crew members sitting at another table also eating their breakfast. I picked up my fork and placed another piece of orange in my mouth and looked back down at my script.

"Aww, fuck," I heard someone say quietly to themselves a few minutes later.

I looked behind at the food table and saw Harry standing there in his robe looking down at the floor where a pile of scrambled eggs fell by his feet. I observed with amusement as he hesitated what to do. A few moments later he walked away to the other end of the table, grabbed a napkin, went back to where he previously was and picked up the eggs with the napkin before throwing it out in the garbage. I waited until he filled his plate up with food and made himself some tea before calling him over.

"Harry," I said and waved my hand in the air to grab his attention. He looked over at me and let out a very visible and exaggerated sigh before slowly coming my way. Harry slumped down on the bench in front of me and dropped his plate in front of him. I raised an eyebrow as I looked at him and he did the same.

"Still looking like shit I see."

I rolled my eyes at his comment. I knew he was talking about me looking hungover (and maybe a bit ill too) but obviously, it still stung because no one ever wants to hear someone say that to them.

"Still being rude I see," I bit back.

Harry continued eyeing me as he took a sip of his coffee. I took a sip of mine too before holding the cup against my chest inside my robe to try to heat me up.

"Why did you call me over?"

"Because why not?" Harry rolled his eyes at my words. "Do you have any plans for the weekend?" I asked to try to make conversation.

"Why? Ugh, please don't tell me you're asking because you want to hang out with me." I was really trying to be nice to him but I didn't have any patience or tolerance for that attitude.  

"Why would I want to fucking hang out with you? Just being beside you drains all the fucking energy from my body," I said with my teeth gritting together. Harry's eyebrow quirked up in shock of what came out of my mouth. I was a bit surprised too, but I didn't regret them one bit. It felt nice to express how I really felt deep down for once. 

But that was the end of that conversation. Harry stayed quiet for the rest of breakfast, not bothering to comment back or answer my question. I finished up my food and sent a text to Ellie to mention how we needed to have a catch-up FaceTime session during the weekend. There was so much to tell her. I also missed her so much.