-Harry

I fucked the fuck up. Big time. Everything was running so nicely, and then I started thinking with my damn dick.

To top all this bullshit off, after I came home I saw my mother left me a note saying she wants me to come up in a few days to see her and the dogs.

Like, did you not get enough of me? I have no earthly idea of what the hell I’m going to do either, because I can guarantee she’s going to be expecting Sam.

Fuck! Sam!

Growling in frustration, I throw the closest thing beside me across the room. This is too much shit.

Grabbing a pair of boxers and a towel I make my way to the bathroom to shower. I turn the nozzle but nothing comes out.

What the hell?

I walk over to the sink- nothing, I flush the toilet twice and the second time nothing rises.

“Niall! Get your ass up here NOW!” Storming out the bathroom and to the top of the stairs I see Niall’s quiff pop up and next his head.

“Uh, yea?”

“Did not pay the fucking water bill?”

His hand goes to his neck, “I thought it was due next week.- I’m sorry.”

“What the hell Niall! I’m sorry doesn’t wash my fucking balls!" I throw my arms up in frustration.

“Well, it was out around noon, so I took the money up to the water company, but they said it won’t be on until tomorrow evening.”

Sighing, I can clearly see this conversation is not going anywhere, “Alright. It’s fine. I’m heading to bed.”

“Hmm, night man.”

I go back to the bathroom and change into the pair of boxers anyway. Shutting the light off I make my way to my room.

I climb into bed not even worrying about the clothes and shoes lying around. I switch the lamp off and go into a restless sleep.

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Waking up in the morning with Sam on my mind, I know I have to tell my mom she won’t be coming. I pick up my phone deciding not to prolong this anymore, I text my mom-

Harry- Hey mom! I’ll come up for a few days- you and I can just hang out or whatever.

Mom- Oh! That’s great! I’ve made renovations for the house and you and Sam are just going to love them!

Fuck. She just HAD to say Sam.

Harry- Sam won’t be able to make it up mom, she’s busy with work.

Mom- Nonsense! You give me her number and I’m sure if I talk to her about all the fun things she’ll miss out on she’ll want to come up.

G.r.e.a.t. Fan-fucking-tastic. Thinking fast I type out-

Harry- well, mom, it’s not really my place to give her number out like that…..

I smirk reading over the text- that should do it.

Mom- listen here, you’ll give me her number or make sure she’s on that gosh damn plane. If she’s not with you you better not come at all. And let me tell you one thing Harry Edward Styles- your ass is going to be on that plane.

This just gets better and better and better. Now she’s upset.

Sighing, I don’t respond to her. I lie looking at the ceiling.

What am I going to do?

Notes

thanks for reading!
l.b.

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