The Encounter |H.S|

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"Good girl! He called me a fucking good girl! Can you believe this bullshit?" I pace back and forth on the living room while Louis is sitting down on the couch looking at me with Hazel on his lap.

"I thought girls liked that." He tells me with a smirk, making me glare at him as Hazel laughs at my state.

"Maybe not all girls." I cross my arms over my chest, raising my chin slightly to assert my case as he simply shakes his head.

"Did you like it?"

I narrow my eyes at his question, my arms still crossed and my cheeks getting hotter as he smirks at my silence. "That's not the point!"

"Sure."

"I hate you," I mumble, taking Hazel in my arms before checking the time and nodding to myself after realising she has to go to bed.

I make my way to my room, smiling as I notice Hazel has her eyes closed and I put her in her crib as gently as I can before making my way to the living room once again.

After helping Harry with the situation going on in the office, which involved walking around too much, Harry took me home right away.

He didn't speak to me the rest of the day, dropping me off with nothing but a short nod. I hated it.

"Are you going to talk to him?" Louis asks once I sit down next to him, making me frown.

"Why would I?"

"He's obviously trying to get some." He shrugs, looking at the tv in front of us instead of confronting me and I cross my arms once again at his statement.

"Right, I forgot that men only think with their dicks." I raise my eyebrows smugly as he immediately turns his head to look at me with a frown.

"Hey!"

I simply shrug, grabbing my phone that was on top of the centre table and looking at my notifications. Mostly are texts from Megan and after I reply to her somehow I end up staring at Harry's contact name.

For some reason, his actions today captivated me. I shouldn't feel this way, but power looks good on him and unfortunately, he's aware of that. I should stay mad at him for talking to me the way he did, but I'm not and even if I feel disappointed with myself for that, I also can't help feeling like this.

"Coward."

I widen my eyes at Louis' statement, scowling at him as he raises his eyebrows daringly. "Excuse me?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows, watching as he clears his throat before speaking.

"I said, coward." He repeats with a smirk and I smack his arm infuriatingly, a glower etched on my features as he laughs quietly.

"Why am I a coward?"

"Because you want to talk to him, but you're too much of a coward to do it." He affirms, making me roll my eyes with a shake of my head.

"Even if I did talk to him, what would I say? Oh hello, you're an asshole but you're hot so it's okay, wake up Louis." I mock myself before turning to look at him with a blank stare as he chuckles at my actions.

"You can always tell him that." He shrugs carelessly, turning his attention to the tv once again while I stare at the wall while thinking.

Should I? Of course not, I can't give him what he wants, I never did and it's not now that I will start. Maybe I'm only feeling like this because for once he didn't look desperate for my approval in a way.

Like when he called me begging for forgiveness or when he kissed me in that party of his and apologised afterwards. He seemed so different when that happened, and now that he looks so unbothered with me it's when I decide to pay attention to him like the fool I am.