When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets
And there's nothing she can do about it
Hey, hey
She's an angel

Harry strolled into the kitchen two hours later. My hand froze mid air, the spoon filled with yogurt held tightly in my hand. My mouth shut and I swallowed while my eyes hungrily drank in the sight of him. Harry decided to torture me by not wearing a shirt again and to make it all fucking worse, his sweatpants hung low on his hips, exposing the trail of hair leading to his...goodies below the ferns.

My eyes snapped to Harry's face when it sunk in that I was staring at him for too long. It had been two hours since I left him vulnerable in his bedroom. Harry knew I was staring at his body and he was too pissed to give me that cheeky grin or knowing smirk like usual.

The first thing I had done was throw myself on my bed and under the sheets. Then, I found my trusty vibrator but couldn't help but imagine Harry inside of me instead. Now I know exactly how big he was, I was desperate for him. That's all that they are, parts of my imagination, and aren't reality.

After showering, I laid in my bed and pulled my notebook on my lap, and attempted to study. Then...the cramps thundering in my lower stomach warned me of the painful havoc I'd experience for the next couple of days.

Next couple of bloody days.

A groan leaves my lips and I dumped my books on the bed, I grabbed a tampon and lazily walked into the bathroom, and slammed the door extra hard. After dealing with that, I changed into the loosest sweatpants I owned. I only had one more that Harry didn't steal as yet. And an oversized hoodie. Yes, the only one that Harry hadn't steal yet. I'm sure after I throw these to wash I wouldn't see them again.

"You're fucking brutal," Harry spat, his tired eyes shifting into a glare. "I am? For what?" I pretended to be offended and opened my mouth for the spoon of yogurt, moaning as the flavor pleased my tastebuds. My eyes opened and I see Harry staring at me with parted lips, his eyes glued to my mouth. "Do you want a taste, Harry?" I asked, innocently tilting my head to the side.

"No. Fuck you, Madeleine. I'll get you back for that stunt," He scoffs and slides into the kitchen. "What stunt?" I asked. Harry groans at my reply and angrily throws open my fridge door. "Hey, treat the fridge with kindness!" I scolded him, pointing my spoon warningly. Harry rolled those pretty eyes and displayed his middle finger in my direction.

"Baby, I can find a better use for that finger," I smirked, lips moving just as the words popped in my head. Harry clenches his teeth, his grip on the fridge handle tightens and knuckles turned white. "And there's a better use for that mouth of yours."

Harry grabs a cucumber from the fridge and shows it to me with a smirk on his face. "Does this remind you of anything?" He questions. I licked my lips, unable to stop the flashes of this morning from running through my head. With a smile on my face, I slid off the barstool and walked into the kitchen where he was. I opened the door wider so I can see the rest of the cucumbers and grabbed the smallest and shortest one. "No, but this one does," I lied.

Harry clenches his jaw, the vein running along his neck more visible than before. Hot. "That mouth of yours damnit," Harry muttered below his breath. He snatched the cucumber out of my hand and dumped it with the rest before shutting the fridge. "Yeah, it's quite talented," I agreed with a shrug of my shoulders.

On the inside, my cheeks were burning from the reactions I'm pulling out of Harry. "Fuck you, Madeleine," Harry spat. "Sure, would you like to watch?" The comeback smoothly left my mouth without hesitation. Who the fuck am I?

His jaw impossibly tightened more, I can only imagine how much he was clenching down his teeth out of frustration. "You know what, I'm fucking tired of that mouth," Harry muttered. He dropped everything in his hands, not caring if it fell on the ground and he took three large strides to me. Barely am I given enough time to process everything before Harry's large hands cupped my face and pulled my lips to his.

I could feel my body melting as our lips touched, molding together like magnetic puzzle pieces. The tilt of his head weakens me more as Harry deepens our lustful kiss. He continues to set fire to the fireworks dancing under my skin. Our kisses were the ones found in books. I've always told myself that those things aren't real. You'll never find something like that but Harry continues to prove me wrong every time.

My lips parted at the first sign of a request, tongue desperate to meet his again without caution. Every time Harry touched me I wanted to be as close to him as possible. He dips until his hands were grasping the back of my thighs and effortlessly, he places my body on the edge of the countertop. Easily, his body sloth between my legs, bringing us closer together and a new angle. This was supposed to feel familiar but every time he kisses me, it's like the first time.

The feeling of his lips away from mine made a whine leave my mouth until his lips latched onto the side of my neck. Fuck. "Bad things, so many bad things I want to do to you," Harry whispered against my skin as he kissed down my neck, each one I arch my body further to give him all the access he needed.

We needed to stop.

I know we needed to but his lips and hands felt too good.

But no matter how further we went I won't be able to get what I want because of my period. So, as much as I hated to, I had to stop him from going further. "Harry, you need to stop. I can't go further," I blurted out, absorbing the last bit of control I possessed. Harry stopped his attention on my neck and pulled away immediately. "Why not?" He pouts, his hands falling on my waist. I smile at him, thumb tracing his bottom lip. "It's a bloody situation," I nervously answered, hoping he would receive the message and not be a bitch about it.

Realization washes over his face and I couldn't help but be surprised when disgust doesn't follow. "A little bit of blood isn't stopping me, Sunshine," Harry says without hesitation. The way he looked at me told me he wasn't joking. Well, fuck. "Too bad, Harry. Needy baby is going to have to wait," I say, loving this new name I've developed for him.

Though I don't miss the way his eyes light up at the name. Now I've realized that I've never said it out loud. "Can't believe I'm jealous of a fucking tampon," Harry groans as he nuzzled his head into the side of my neck, sliding his hands around my back and pulling me closer to him.

Usually, during my period I liked to be isolated with medication, heating pads, and romance movies to make me jealous. But this time, I loved being held by Harry. His comfort was the only thing I needed right now.

"Sit your pretty ass on the sofa while I make us actual food," he smiles as he pulls away. "Carry me," I say knowing well I had him wrapped around my finger so he would. Harry rolls his eyes and lifts me anyway. He holds me to his left side, my ankles locking above the right side of his hipbone and my arms wrapped around his neck. Gently, he places me on the sofa and left me with a kiss on the forehead.

Harry returns to the kitchen, moving around as if he knew every inch of it- he probably did by now. I just lay there on the sofa, my head resting on the armrest and I just observe him. Really wish my period didn't have such bad timing. He turns on the music, listening to that 5 sauce music or whatever the shit it's actually called. Harry thought telling me the acronym on the band name wouldn't help but it didn't. I'd see him blush every time I saw him dancing to the tune he was singing. Or even the times he would deliberately shake his ass for me with those seductive eyes.

Harry hung his apron back on the nail and returns to the living room area with two plates. He turns on another episode of Victorious while we ate together. No surprise, the show caught us in a tight hold and it was hard to stop watching. Eventually, I ended up in a comfortable slouched position with my feet on the coffee table and Harry lay on the sofa with his head applying the pressure I needed to my lower stomach. He had made me tea and added more chocolate chips to my pancakes.

I'll never be able to forget the things this man does to and for me. My attention drifts off the episode being shown and onto Harry. I've always known he had been through a lot. Everyone has their reasons for their walls being so high. He started sharing parts of him with me and maybe soon I'd do the same.

Harry Payne. It still doesn't feel right. He always came up with some excuse when his last name was mentioned and now it didn't make sense why he would hide it. So, therefore, I wanted to find out what he was hiding.

"Now that my head is cleared, can I ask you a question?" I whispered, my fingers still running through his curls. Part of me was scared and the louder half was okay because Harry would never hurt me. He flicks his green eyes at me for a moment and nods his head. "Why'd you hide your last name for so long?" I asked.

I watch his body stiffen in my arms. His eyes bounced off different objects in front of us as he gathered seconds to reply. Searching for excuses is what he was doing, I already knew he wasn't honest. "Um...it makes me insecure. I don't like my last name," Harry eventually says and turns his eyes back to the TV. My eyebrows furrowed, picking up on how forced he sounded. "Nothing is wrong with your last name, Harry. Why would you be insecure about that?" I asked. "I don't know, I just am. Can we drop this now?" Harry sighs in annoyance.

"But-"

"What's the fucking matter, Madeleine? It's not like you're telling me your real last name anyways!" Harry snaps angrily and sits up straight so he was no longer on my chest and I did the same. It felt like time had actually frozen in place after Harry spoke. I just stared at him, my heart thumping harshly, threatening to shatter my ribcage in process. The moment he realized what he said, the anger dissolved in his eyes but it was too late. "What did you just say..." I whispered even though I heard him very clearly. How did he know?

"Shit. Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that! Liam did a background check because he thought you were suspicious I didn't-" Harry began to blurt out all the words he conjured for his explanation. "What!?" I shouted out stopping him right there after hearing he did a background check on me. Harry has been nothing but closed off, he is the one involved in dark shit and not once had I asked Joe to do a check on him. Harry's eyes dropped, and with a sigh he finally reveals," I know that Henderson isn't your last name...it's Alvaris."

Hearing my true last name in his voice made it seem so fucking hot. Not the time, Madeleine.

"What else did you find out?" I demanded, wanting to know if he knew every secret of mine.
"Nothing. Well, I know you're supposed to be dead and you had blonde hair. Also that Henderson is your mother's maiden name. That's it, I promise. I think Liam found more but I wouldn't let him tell me. I wanted to know when you were ready to tell me," Harry rambles off.

I stared at him in shock. He knew a lot more than anyone I was close to. "Guess your anger couldn't hold that up, huh?" I snapped. His face stirs with guilt. "Baby, I'm sorry!" He whines and reaches out to hold my hands in his larger ones. Is it fucked up of me that I still trust him? "I ran away, Harry. Every escape there was from my father, I've tried them all. Running away and faking my kidnapping was the only one that didn't fail..." I revealed. I haven't touched the surface of this story in three years.

"This is my escape. I'm not Madeleine Alvaris anymore," I continued. Harry stares at me with widened eyes. "You faked your kidnapping," Harry repeated as he processed what I was saying. "Yes," I say and ran my thumb on the back of his palm to help him come to terms with it. "That's...well, actually that's a bit clever," he finally says, laughing a bit.

I smiled, liking the reaction he settled with. His smile fades and I mentally groan, knowing I wasn't going to like what he would say next. "I have something to tell you, and you're probably going to slap me again," Harry hesitantly says. "Spit it out," I ordered and braced myself for whatever secrets he had from me.

"Louis and I...know each other," Harry revealed. No fucking way. I refused to accept that. My jaw actually loosened and I just stared at Harry. I tried to picture Harry and Louis standing together and talking but I just couldn't see it. It was like two worlds colliding. "It was after high school. He and some friends went to Barbados to celebrate and I sort of um..." he trails off, nervous to reveal the other part.

"What did you do, Harry?" I asked, eyeing him sternly. "I slept with his girlfriend. In my defense, I didn't know she had a boyfriend and she flirted with me the entire evening! When he found us in her hotel room he beat the shit out of me," Harry defended, he stops my hands to hold his up in surrender. My eyes widened as I recalled Lou telling me about his ex that cheated on him with 'another brit.'

"This scar," Harry grabs my hand again and lifts it to run over under his chin where I felt the toughness. I had seen that mark many times and wondered about it. It was something you'd only notice if you're studying every inch of him and I'd happily confess that I am a professional at that. I wanted to know the stories behind every scar that made him even more perfect and the meanings behind every tattoo inked on his skin.

"Is from him, punching me too many times. The little lad could've only reached so far," Harry proudly smirked. "Harry!" I scolded and slapped his arm. "Have to admit, it was kind of hot..." he says softly more to himself as if he didn't mean for it to be said out loud.

I scrunch up my face, never thought I'd ever hear Harry say my ex-boyfriend punching him is hot. "I can't believe you," I say while shaking my head.

"Any more secrets I should know?"

"Not any I'm comfortable with sharing yet," Harry says and I accept his answer and only pray it isn't anything too bad.

_♤_

Monday.

Classes begun at nine, I woke up at six. It took long to actually get off the bed, my knees always hurt during my period for some fucking reason. Thankfully, pain killers eased my cramps but still made my knees feel like twigs. It's a bit weird because it doesn't happen to most girls I ask. Maybe I should get that checked out and not rely on the Google lady telling me I'm fine.

Great, I'm calling Google 'the Google lady.' Harry has corrupted me. I dragged into the bathroom where I started my morning routine. However, I spent extra time covering the two hickeys my top couldn't hide. I had purposely worn a top with a high neckline but two were still proudly shown. Well, not for long. Concealer and foundation ensured that they remained hidden below the layers of makeup.

After making sure the hickeys weren't visible for the thousandth time, I shoved my phone into my back pocket and strolled outside. I love that now I'm not nervous to see Harry because I'm not afraid of what I felt for him anymore. Yes, a healthy amount of nervousness is always there but now it is mostly excitement.

"Uh huh, whatever you say, Liam. Okay- okay, see you later. For fucks sake, you know I mean call you later- you know what, bye!" He shouts into the phone and with an annoyed huff, Harry drops the phone on the sofa. His ringed hands landed on his hips and they remained there until his eyes finally landed on me standing a few steps away from him.

The way his eyes light up just for me already snapped open the butterfly cages. Harry parts his lips to say something and then his eyes landed on my neck. His hands dropped to his sides and rolled into heavy fists. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," Harry muttered as his jaw rigid as he bites down on his teeth. Oh shit. Harry doesn't wait any longer, he walks closer and wraps his fingers around my wrist. "Harry," I called out, hoping to get him to talk to me but instead he just pulls me to my bedroom.

He doesn't stop in my bedroom, he just walks straight to my bathroom and only stops when we were in front of the sink. Harry drops my hand and faces me. His stormy green eyes scanned my face for a moment before his hands slid down my body and grabbed my waist. A squeal leaves my body when he lifts me to sit on the cold countertop beside the sink.

"What are you doing?" I asked though I had a strong opinion of his actions. Harry ignores me once again, I had the pleasure of admiring how adorable he looked. On the other side of the sink had my makeup wipes and he stopped searching when he found them. With furrowed brows, I watched as he opened the pack and slowly pulled out one. Hardy stares at me before his eyes drifted to my neck.

One hand slide to the back of my neck, his fingers slipping into my hair to hold me in place and position my head for him. The other holds the wipe and began to erase all the makeup I had there to hide his hickeys. Harry is always gentle with me even when he refused to rub hard because he knew it would hurt my skin. "Harry, it looks like someone beat my neck with a bat," I whined yet felt nothing like a happy child with candy right now.

"Need everyone to know you belong to me," He muttered below his breath, still refusing to look at me until my neck was rid of any foundation and concealer. "Yes, but that's not it, Harry," I objected though I knew I couldn't actually explain to him my actual reasons. For the first time, he stops and looks at me deeply. Fuck. "Are you saying you don't like my marks? I can make them ten times worst," He asks, his intense stare told me how serious he was. Fuck, that's hot. Fucking hormones.

"I love them, Harry," I assured him truthfully with a smile and placed my hands on his waist. Harry returns the smile and continues taking off the makeup. When he was done, he tossed them into the bin and turns back to me. "All better. Now, how will I survive with you at school? Would you like cupcakes today?" Harry offers. Shamelessly my eyes settled on his mouth, taking interest in the way they moved as he formed his words.

"So he can bake too?" I distractedly replied, my hands slid to the back of his neck so I could feel his curls between my fingers. Harry pressed into me, knowing exactly how I was feeling. "I can do anything in a kitchen. Cook, bake, fuck," he casually shrugs his shoulders, his lips pulling into a knowing grin.

I want to kiss him.

"Kiss me," I say and finally forced my eyes on his green ones. "Answer the question first," he says. Mentally, I groaned in hate that he had me was teasing me so much. "I want cupcakes. Chocolate cupcakes," I answered reluctantly. "Okay, baby," Harry smiles and finally gives in to me, his hand tilts my head for our lips to meet. Those fucking fireworks.

"Sunshine," I whispered against Harry's lips. He felt like the best kind of sunshine, he felt like freedom, he felt like a breath of fresh air, he felt like home. "No," I whined when Harry pulls away, his touch fading away and I suddenly felt cold. "You have to go to school, my love," Harry reminds me. I've never hated my need for education more than I do now.

"One more," I whispered, my eyes falling to his wet lips and I wanted nothing more than to feel them again. "Please," I added, reaching out my hands for him. Harry sighs yet he grins like an idiot- he reminds me of sunshine. I easily pull him to me, wrapping my legs around him and locking my ankles behind his back so he couldn't escape me. His hands slide to my back, pushing us even closer together as his mouth hungrily took mine.

"Harry," I whispered and kissed him harder, already parting my lips as his tongue ventured in to reunite with my own. My body feels so alive when I'm with Harry, every touch and every kiss- fuck every time he looks at me, I'm electrified. Harry allows me to revel in the feeling of him for a few more moments before slowly pulling away.

"School, baby," Harry reminds me. A groan leaves my lips and he helps me back on the ground. We walk outside and I found my bag on the dining table, slipped it on my shoulder. Harry grabs my hand and turns me to him. "Tell me you'll be good," he says with nothing but certainty in his voice.

That fucker.

"Harry you can't fucking talk like that and expect me to be normal!" I whined, feeling myself get bothered by the words he was using. "I'm just telling you to be good during your classes. You know, pay attention and actually learn shit," Harry defends though the sneaky smile he wore made me believe exactly what I was thinking. "You're going to make me suffer the next few days, aren't you?" I sighed, pouting slightly.

"Until you beg for it."

"Fuck you, Henry!" I spat and quickly walked to the door in angry steps. "You will!" Harry shouts as I slammed the door. I stomped to my car, angrily throwing the door open and getting in. I dumped my bag on the other seat before taking off, buckling the seat belt as I'm reversing.

Thankfully, the music on the radio pleasured my ears and settled any frustration. I made my way to campus and parked in my usual spot in the student's parking lot. I whipped out my phone and stared at the message I had sent Joe, Louis' best friend, yesterday. I had asked him to meet me at my car before school starts for a favor. Standing here I was about to cancel the meet when Joe's jeep swings and parks in the empty spot in front of me.

Well if that wasn't a sign that I should do this then I don't know what is.

"Is this about Louis again?" Joe bluntly asks me as he walked around his car to standing in front of me. He leans against his door, his hands stuffed in his pockets. I licked my lips, hating the reminder of how desperate I was for Louis to reply me. His blue eyes landed on my neck and they flick to my eyes immediately. "No, I want you to find out any information about this guy," I say, the words tasting like poison.

Fuck, am I really doing this?

"What's the name or description?" He asks without hesitation, always eager to do his weird hacking stuff. "Harry Payne. I hooked up with him and want to get back in contact but all I have is a name..." I trailed off. Lying was too easy for me to do- it's a bittersweet thing actually.

"Is that the one that gave you that?" He smirks, his eyes deliberately staring at the proud hickey on my neck. "A bit soon, don't you think?" He continues, tilting his head to the side. I glared at him, my jaw automatically clenching at the heavy wave of anger. "At least I can get over my ex," I spat.

Guilt floods through his eyes and he looks away, staring at the campus buildings. "Would you like me to do a full check on this guy or just find out where he is?" Joe changes the topic, ignoring what I just said and I play along. "Full check only if you're willing to forget everything you found after you tell me," I say.

Harry was hiding more, I fucking knew it. This made us even. If he wanted to do background checks on me, I can do the fucking same. "Of course. I'll meet you after school," he says and we say goodbyes before separating for our different class buildings.

I was eager to find a bathroom before class starts so I can redo the makeup on my neck. Harry simply wouldn't understand my reason to cover them up and yes, I felt hot as fuck wearing his mark. But- yes, there is a but- it grabs unwanted attention. Especially, questions from my noisy friends I simply couldn't truthfully answer. I hate lying to them. The only person I'd want to tell was Lou because he was the only one that somewhat knew about my feelings for Harry.

I probably could've stopped him in the bathroom this morning but I found it fucking hot how angry he got and the way he handled me- fuck. Also, our moment in the bathroom had the hairs on the pack of my neck standing at the reminder.

I miss him.

God, I'm already attached.

No, Madeleine. You just rather be with Harry than a hellhole. I can hear an inner voice laughing at how foolish that thought was. Fuck, I'm lying to myself. I rather Harry than any other place. He is what feels most like home. I am royally fucked.

The sound of my name in an Irish accent pulls me out of my thoughts. No. I'm just hearing things. "Madeleine!" The familiar voice shouts for the second time, I can hear his quick footsteps approaching closer as I stood frozen in the spot with my eyes screwed shut. Nope, he's definitely real.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

"Madeleine," Niall says, sounding breathless from running to catch up to me. My body tenses, fear fills me to the maximum. What the fuck is Niall doing here? He doesn't attend this school. What a damn coincidence. Everything came crashing down and I'm hit with the reminder of how much I badly treated and used Niall Horan since I met him at the dinner. Maybe this was karma because I wasn't ready to face him yet.

It really looks like it.

Niall walks around me when he realized I wasn't going to turn around. "Hey, you okay?" He asks with concern. I slowly opened my eyes, releasing the breath I held captive at the same time. I watched as his bright smile falls as his eyes landed on my neck in process of checking me to make sure I was physically fine. I feel my heart twist in painful knots.

"Wow," he says and takes a step back away from me. His features did no justice to hide that he was hurt. Niall's eyes continued to stare at Harry's bruise on my neck. My hand immediately flicks to yank the hem up to hide what I could. "I'm not even going to ask who is it. But I have one question," Niall formed his words after swallowing thickly and his eyes met mine.

"Niall, can we not do this? We're friends Niall. Don't act like we were exclusive or something," I defended, trying to ignore the urge to apologize. He didn't have a right to feel upset- I thought we were on the same page. "One question, Madeleine," Niall repeated. "What is it?" I sighed and surrendered knowing fully that I wouldn't like his question. "Did you allow him to fuck you?"

My eyes fell, the guilt was too much to maintain eye contact with him. "Wow, I guess I really didn't know you..." Niall murmurs in disbelief. I guess my silence and avoidance was the answer. Harry and I never slept together but we did more than I ever allowed Niall to do during our supposed to be hookup. "Niall, you knew that there was another guy! You knew he was what stopped me from doing it with you that night," I reminded him," plus we were drunk. The timing wasn't right."

"Yeah, but it still fucking hurt that you ran back to him because I wasn't good enough to keep you around. I knew it after that phone call yesterday but I'm too naive so I guess it's my fault I feel like this too," Niall finally exploded, his hands tugging at his hair to relieve his frustration. My mouth clamped shut, no words were found to say even though I should reply.

My eyes glanced around us, hating any extra eyes but no one was around to see. Everyone was probably rushing to class which is what I should be doing. "You know what, I'm going to be mature about this. I'm happy you found someone worthy of a fuck. It was nice spending time with you, Mads. See ya around," Niall says coldly.

"Niall, wait!" I shout after him as he walks off. He turns around so quickly and we were so fucking close that I could see the small details in his angry eyes. Staring down at me, breathing harshly with a clenched jaw. "I know I don't have a right to act like this so I'll fix myself and then call you okay?" He softly says, his voice calming the heavy storms.

"I'm sorry, Niall. It's complicated and I didn't mean for you...for us..." I struggled to find the words to put together. The book of Niall and Madeleine was just a couple of pages and I thought he knew what he was getting into with our date. Somehow, I still managed to hurt him. But I couldn't deny Harry and me. We were a thousand pages that left you breathless while reading.

"It's fine. I catch feelings too easily but I rather the reality check now than later. I'll call you soon," Niall dismissed. This time when he turns around and walks back to his vehicle, I don't stop him.

_♤_

Let's just say that professor Styles wasn't happy at all when I showed up late to his class. That fucking old prick had to embarrass me in front of the entire class but I guess no one was surprised, it was part of the package of being his student.

When I entered his class, I saw Joe sitting at the last chair in the highest row. He was slouched in his chair, fingers working quickly on the keypad of his laptop. He was so captive by the digging he was doing, he didn't notice anything around him. Unfortunately, I sat in a lower row so I couldn't see his every motion. Yes, sometimes I'd look back at him. It was eating me away knowing he was trying to find information on Harry a couple of rows away.

Nearing the end of Styles' class, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out openly knowing Styles would think I was taking notes as he was to Joe as well.

Joe:
Hallway B
After class.

Well, that was quick. I turned around, his eyes were already on me and I sent a short nod. Reluctantly, I returned my attention to professor Styles. Painfully slow the final minutes of class gradually descended and the dismissal bell blared through the entire school. Everyone, including myself, rushed to pack up while the old bloke shouted out our assignments.

I already saw Joe leave the class and I was ready to chase after him until Daphne shouted my name. My body froze and I mentally groaned before turning around and walking to her desk. "Hey, sorry I need to use to the washroom before Economics," I lied. "Oh, okay. Gem and I are going out for lunch so see you at half one?" She shares their plan, already assuming I'd join like always. "I'll meet you in front," I say followed by a quick goodbye.

I bolted out of the classroom, rushing past students to get to Joe during the small minutes I had between classes. He was impatiently tapping his foot against the floor waiting for me. His eyes lit up as he found me making my way to him and only spoke when I was close for no one else to hear.

"About fucking time," he muttered. As my reply, I rolled my eyes and waited for him to continue. "Mads, Harry Payne doesn't exist. I did find a Liam Payne who is connected to a Harry but he goes by a different last name," Joe continues, the hesitant look in his eyes had my skin paling.

I'm not going to like this.

"Well, go on," I urged, biting the edge of my lip when Joe refused to give me his name for a few seconds. "Joe, please!" I added, wanting him to spit it out already.

"Styles. Harry Styles."

Four thousand reads. Yeah, you read that correctly. The words thank you seriously aren't enough for how grateful I am for every single milestone. Thank you for being here, things are about to get...exciting.

Now, I hand you two pictures I have never seen before instead of memes because Instagram won't let me in:)

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