Love Me [Harry Styles]

43.

"Even though I said I didn't love you.. I lied."

Dani's POV

I felt the hairs at the back of my neck stick straight out as I furiously blushed, in the worst way possible. I had no idea what was going on, I felt embarrassed, humiliated, betrayed.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, my voice coming off weaker than I intended.

"Well, I'm sure he told you...no?" She asked, eyeing me, almost becoming instantly shy.

"No, no he hasn't," I said honestly.

"Oh no," she whispered, shutting her eyes as she shook her head vigorously, "I'm sorry, I thought you knew, it's not in my place to say,"

"No, no please tell me," I urged.

"But he'll blame me when we go back in, I-I, you should ask him,"

"Please, please. I won't act any differently. At least not here, at your house, please, Jessica."

"Well," she slowly said, removing the wrapper around the cork.

"We weren't in a relationship, really, we just messed around, you know? Like the typical, meetingatapartytakingmehome type thing," she said all at once.

My jaw clenched, "right, right okay. And when'd this end?" I asked, refusing to let the tears that threatened to fall escape my eyes.

"A few months back, Dani. We've been nothing but friends ever since, he keeps his distance, I'm telling you. He's a good guy,"

"I- okay. Right. Let's bring this wine out then?" I offered, swallowing back my tears as I grabbed the tray with empty glasses and made my way to the living room.

She quickly followed behind me. Was I really supposed to be okay with being in the house of a girl my boyfriend once had relations with? Why didn't he bother telling me?

"What took you guys so long?" Harry smirked as I set the tray down onto the table, stepping back to take my seat.

"Pst, c'mere," He motioned, grabbing my hip before I could take any more steps and pulling me to the cushion next to him. His left hand was slung casually around my hip, rubbing circles through the material of my sweater as our knees touched.

"Just girl talk," Jessica replied, smiling at him as she placed the wine on the table carefully.

"She's quite the catch, Harry," Jessica smirked, raising her glass towards his direction.

"Isn't she? I choose them quite well," he smugly replied, taking a sip of his wine before kissing my cheek, his lips wet against my skin. I tried not to cringe away from his touch. Choose them quite well. Like you chose Jessica?

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"Baby if this is about the way she hugged me I swear I was just bein' kind, swear it," Harry called after me as I quickly made my way to our hotel room.

Inserting the card in, I waited impatiently for the green light to flicker. I opened the door without looking back at him, "Would I be this much of a bitch over only a hug Harry?"

"Well...bein' jealous is one of your weaknesses, I'd say but- really, what's goin' on?"

I watched as he tried to grab my waist, raising my hand at him to prevent him from doing so.

"Can we just not talk about this tonight? Okay? Thanks."

I forcefully pulled my sweater over my head, along with delicately removing the chain necklace. I left the key necklace on, since I never took it off. I followed by pulling down my leggings, leaving me in only my undergarments. I grabbed my own tank top and yoga pants, walking towards the bathroom and quickly shutting the door behind me before he got the chance to stop me. I really wasn't comfortable with wearing his shirt, now. Who knew how many other girls wore that same exact shirt.

"Dani, open this door, please,"

Slipping on my clothes, I opened the door to a shirtless Harry. His belt was unbuckled as he stood there, his eyes wide and frantic.

"Yes?" I pushed through his stiff body, going to my side of the bed and pulling back the covers.

"Talk to me! Fucking- what happened? Who said what?"

"I really should get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow." I mumbled, hiding my face under the covers.

I heard him sigh heavily, along with the sound of him fumbling with his jeans. Suddenly, my cold body warmed as his arms wrapped around my waist from behind. He tangled our legs together but I remained still, refusing to melt under his touch any longer.

"Please?" his raspy voice clear by my ear. I shivered as his breath hit my skin, but I held my ground.

"Tomorrow, I really don't want to talk about it right now,"

"But I don't want you going to sleep upset. That'd be a dick move wouldn't it,"

Wouldn't be if you learned to keep your dick in your pants.

"Tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Let me hold you, and take care of you. I'm always here, please, baby," he muffled into my hair. I didn't reply, nor did I accept his touch. His bare chest against my covered back felt comforting, but distant.

"I guess it's tomorrow then. Goodnight, my love."