[Hanger in a Closet] + [Stylinson]

[Chapter vii] + [Kiss Me Through The Phone]

Previously on Hanger in a Closet:

“Prove to me that you’re not like your friends?” Louis says, pointing to the others with his head.

“How?”

“Come with me,” he says. My heart skips a beat and my mind wanders to far places where it’s not meant to go. I imagine as running away together to Hawaii or Seychelles, away from the media and the world where it’s just us two; cuddling, eating ice cream and watching the sunset every day. Or whatever couples do together

“What?”

“It’s either me or them.”

What. “Uh,” I hesitate.

“Ellie,” Ed cries.

“Harry,” Louis mouths.

“Um…”

I hate choices. I really do. I always make bad ones; being friends with King and the others, being in this stupid band, choosing sides in my family instead of all of them, agreeing to publicly date Lana. The worst choice I ever made was probably staying in the closet and never getting out of it. But because your character is made up of your choices, and I, if the media is anything to go by, have a bad one. So what’s another bad choice to add to the list?

“I can’t,” I say, looking down at my own two feet.

“You’re just like them,” he shakes his head, shutting the door behind him.

“Please don’t leave,” I cup my hands on my face, my shoulders shaking as the tears flow freely from eyes. “Please don’t leave.”

Click.

New just in, new evidence has been found in the hotel room where Ellie Goulding was staying at with her ex-boyfriend Edward Sheeran. Police have found several drugs, one of them cocaine, linked to an ex-military office, Jenicks Dulat. So far, there are no suspects and no arrests have been made but police investigations are still ongoing for the killer of Ellie Goulding. If anyone knows anything, please report to the police immediately.

Click.

“You guys actually killed her?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “It was actually fun.”

I shake my head at what he just confessed. “If they find you were behind this, they’ll arrest you and One Di-”

“You need to calm down Louis,” Harry tells me. “They’ll never find us.”

“Who’s Jenicks Dulat?”

“Ed’s drug dealer,” he replies, his eyes glued to his iPhone.

“Anyway, like I was saying before we should go on the double date,” I say, shifting conversations to something more delightful. Now that Harry and Lana Del Ray were an item, or Hana as fans call them, I thought it would be a good idea for Hana and Elounor to go on a double date. I miss hanging out with my best friend and to be honest, it’d be neat to meet Lana in person!

I grab the iPhone from his hands, shifting his attention to me. He widens his eyes, asking what I’m doing.

I pout. “You’re not listening to me.”

“You were saying something about skiing in France,” he says.

“No, but now that I think about it that would go great with what about to tell you,” I smile, my double date becoming 200% cooler than it was 30 seconds ago.

“Your ideas always involve someone falling down,” he says, his fingers leaving tracks in his hair.

“I was talking about going on a group date with me and Eleanor,” I say.

“Who would I bring?” he asks. “Nick?”

“No!” I say, my voice stern and short like a relfex. “Lana Del Ray.”

“I’m busy.” He walks to the kitchen leaving me alone on the ivory, round table.

“I haven’t set a date yet, how do you know you’ll be busy?” I ask. This was getting ridiculous. Does he hate Eleanor so much he would purposely not come for something as fun as skiing in France with me and Eleanor? At least Lana will be there.

Sitting back down with a gin bottle he says, “You do know I’m not actually dating that girl.”

“I know but it’s better you get to know her. You didn’t know Taylor Swift but look how it turned out,” I say and regret it immediately.

“She dumped me accusing me of cheating on her. So yeah, Louis, it turned out great,” he says, tipping back his bottle.

“Where do we get all these bottles of beer?” I ask.

“It’s gin.”

“I know,” I roll my eyes. Honestly, it’s like talking to a brick wall. What happened to the fun Harry who I would talk with for ages and ages, not caring that the hands of time were swiftly rolling into the wee hours of the morning? Where we didn’t have to force a conversation to take place?

“Look, I know this group date isn’t a good idea” – he snorts – “but it will be a good idea when we actually go to France. I know you don’t like Eleanor-”