"Baby, you there?"
My trembling lips twitched, my breathless body falling under suspicion at the deep, alluring voice. "S-Sorry?"
"Wrong number, babe?" The young, captivating man spoke deeply.
"Uh, I- I don't know. I'm sorry, I think I should go." I frightfully murmured into the phone as the unfamiliar sound of his hum consumed me.
"Well, give me some time to change your mind. What's your name, love? How did you get this number?"
"Uh," I breathed for the twentieth time in the past ten seconds. "M-My name is Harley. I found your number written-"
He immediately hung up.
I pulled my phone back in disappointed dismay, my hazel eyes as wide as the moon. What the heck? I angrily dialled the number again, but no answer was heard.
This was mean. Was the sound of my name so repulsive that he had to hang up? I was appalled. I'm going to ring him from my home phone.
It rang for ten seconds before he picked up. "Hey, baby. What will it be?"
"Do you answer all of your calls like that?" I narrowed my eyebrows in suspicion.
"God, uh-" suddenly his voice became deeper. "Can you quit calling me? I don't know who you are-"
"Then do you know my foster brother, Harry? He had your number. Oh, shoot- don't tell him I told you that. He's going to think that I'm stalking him or something. Never mind-"
"I won't tell him anything if you just hang up and never call me again." His voice was stern- and powerful.
"But, who are you? You're a good person, right? You're not getting him into trouble?" I asked curiously with my sisterly, protective nature.
There was a short pause, just a bit of heavy breathing on the other line. "Why do you care so much about whether I get him into trouble or not?"
I was puzzled for an answer. My plump lips pursed in thoughtful hesitation, my inner integrity glowing. "Because... He needs some tender, loving care. He wants to do well because he's had a bad past and I just want everything to work out for him. I don't know. He doesn't need any more bad friends."
"What kind of bad friends does he have?"
"Eugh, Amber. She's not a very nice person." I spoke honestly.
"Then, what kind of person are you?" I finally heard a raspy laugh, making me smile a little.
"I hope I'm good. People aren't nice but I'd never be unkind to them unless I get angry. What's it to you?"
There was another pause. "Maybe you need some tender, loving care."
"False. I receive plenty from my parents. They are the best people in the world, they give me everything." I spoke honourably with a smile as I thought back on them. They really were great.
"So, tell me, Harley. What do your parents think of Harry?" He curiously murmured into the phone, causing me to briefly sigh in thought.
"I guess they like him. I don't know, he doesn't talk much. He's an Atheist but I don't think that's a reason to dislike someone."
"Because... Everyone has a right to believe what they want. And if he doesn't believe in a God, then I guess... I should just live with that." I muttered and hopelessly shrugged to myself, wondering if there was any way I could persuade Harry to turn to God without being forceful. I guess I had to think for a while before I tried to communicate with him.
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.