Yellow Mellow h.s

Chapter 7

Harry POV

"Fuck!" I cuse under my breath as soon as the door slams behind her. I drop my hands into my head, taking deep breaths to try control anger.

The spur of jealousy that ran through me when I saw her lying on Niall, came out of nowhere and I just couldn't control my outburst. She just continued to egg me on about not knowing her name - whether it was intentional or not- and it was fucking pissing me off. Do I regret the way I handled things? Yes. Do I wish that it was me that she would lay on and confide in? Yes. But I still have no idea why she got so angry at me after she egged me on.

I haven't heard one word from her after our night in the city where everything just seemed easy. She hasn't even tried to contact me through any social media's, I mean i'm Harry Styles my socials aren't that hard to find. I've searched through all of Zayn's posts and she isn't tagged in any of the ones she is in.

This girl is very closed off. I could see that from a mile away. The way she deflects the questions when in conversations and if she does answer, she answered vaguely.

At least that's how she was acting when she was with me, even when she was drunk out of her mind and high off adrenaline.

Closed off.

So the fact that she looked so comfortable with Niall really fucking got a rise out of me.

"What the fuck was that?" A voice quickly recognised as Niall brings me out of the depth of my thoughts. The sound of Niall's voice at this moment is making me grind my teeth together, using every ounce of my strength to not beat the shit out of him and tell him to stay the fuck away from her.

But I can't do that. She's not mine.

"Bro why'd she just storm outta 'ere?" Zayn adds, resulting in my pulling my hands out of my head and glancing to the living room. All eyes are set on me with very confused looks on their faces.

"I don't fucking know maybe you should ask her. You have her number right? You know her name right?" I mock towards them all, letting the threads of my anger pear through my skin

All of their faces turn into amusement, leaving my dumbfounded at their reactions. Niall speaks up amused before I could question them, "You were jealous."

I glare at them with a clench jaw in response.

Zayn bursts out laughing, getting up from the couch and walking towards me with his hands reaching out to poke my sides, "Harry Styles was jealous."

"Shut the fuck up, you have no idea what your talking about." I retort, fully aware he was correct in the statement.

"Well good luck, that ones hard to crack and very hard in giving people second chances," Zayn starts, "The jealousy struck a nerve of unwanted memories and you mister looked liked you fucking pissed her off."

"What the fuck do you mean 'jealousy struck a nerve'?" I question harshly.

"Not my place." He deadpans before heading back to the couch.

"Still can't believe you got so jealous." Louis chuckles, sitting on one of the chairs opposite the couch.

"Can you fuck off!" I raise my voice, not being able to put up with their banter right now.

"No." They all say in unison, including Gigi who has been unusually quiet since she came home today. Niall then speaks up again, purposely trying to aggravate me, "Awww. Is this because she didn't tell you her name?" He fake pouts at me.

"Oh yeah, and you know it?" I scoff, trying to get an answer out of Niall.

"Yup." He pops the 'p'.

"What is it then?" I question rather smuggly, trying my best ways to catch him off guard to learn her name.

"It's..." He ponders in his own mind, taking his time before answering, "None ya fucking business mate." I clench my fists in my hands and try to control my anger before I lash out on my best mates.

"If your just gonna have a sulk all night, fuck off okay?" Liam adds, obviously annoyed this conversation is still going on.

"What's so special about her anyways? I've never seen you this hung up over a girl, or anyone to be fact. This whole week you've been off, always in your head." Louis speaks up again, rather confused by my actions during the week.

She was always on my mind, from the moment I woke up, to the moment I would fall asleep. And then she would follow me into my dreams. Her and her long brown hair flowing through the air and olive skin caressed against my chest as we dance through the night. Bodys interlocked and thoughts combined. Her plump lips against mine.

"No I haven't," I clear my throat, "There's nothing special about her okay and I wasn't jealous." The boys murmur fake 'okay's and 'sure's, leaving me done with this conversation. I head up to my room and I can't help but think if she's thinking about me too. I will fix whatever I did today because I know it's worth it and I need this girl in my life. She's made me a sap, daydreaming about her, writing about her, I can't find a single day this girl didn't live in my brain. And the fact is that I don't know why she's the first one I see when i close my eyes because frankly, I don't know who she is.

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Sorry it's a bit short!! The next chapter will come very soon.

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