It's Complicated. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 12: Jealous Tendencies.

Chapter 12: Jealous Tendencies.

"You guys know eachother?" Bianca quizzed skeptically.

"Uhh-," I dragged out dumbfounded.

"Yes." Harry answered for me, putting his hands in his pockets as he had stood up from the bed. "We have sex ed together." A cocky smirk appears on his lips, my eyes widen slightly at his words implying our 'get togethers'. But we actually do have sex ed.

I had walked in on them. No, they weren't having sex or anything like that. Well, Bianca was undressed only wearing her under clothing ,but I suspect she was just getting ready for the party since she was scanning through her closet. Harry was on her bed watching T.V. when I practically barged in. I'm so stupid! Not knocking before I enter? Damn it Kat, you just don't think sometimes!

"Yeah," I gulped, nodding along. I really hadn't expected Harry to be here at all.

Bianca had tensed for a split nanosecond.

Almost in a way that she was enduring a tad bit of... jealousy? I push that thought aside and she seems to do the same.

"Babe, get out. We're getting ready." She raises an expecting eyebrow at him.

"A bit demanding don't you think?" Harry smirks her way, although his eyes hold an exasperated glare.

"Can you please leave?" She asks in a cleaner and less demanding tone. Her eyes roll and she turns her back to us as she picks through her clothing.

Harry seems satisfied enough and walks towards the door.

"It's not like I haven't seen you both undressed before." Harry whispers from behind me. I feel my stomach clench ,but I pretended like his risqué words had no impact on me.

Even though I have a tingling sensation in me, my subconscious is feeling resentful. Resentful because he's said both of us. And I don't know why, but that bothers me.

Once he's left Bianca speaks up,"Okay. You can choose which." She turns to me, holding up some dresses for me to choose from.

Hmm. Skanky or slutty?

Mental eye roll.

•••

She put me in a short black dress. It actually was quite conservative. Compared to the others.

I look in the mirror. Fortunately we were about the same size in clothing. Maybe not so fortunate since now I don't have an excuse not to go.

The dress, although plain, hugged my curves very well. It was short ,but not too short. The fabric ended right at the knee. The straps were an inch and a half or so wide and were placed closer to the end of my shoulders. I knew most of the girls would be wearing the exact same thing ,but I didn't really care. A little black dress is common amongst most parties.

My hair was straightened. I never really did that ,so I thought it would be a nice change. And Bianca said I could borrow it so I took the opportunity. I applied a wine colored lipstick and took a step back, viewing myself.

Different.

"Well don't you look hot." Bianca smiled ,walking towards the mirror while putting in hoop earrings.

"This is your dress after all." I remind.

She has on dressy blue high waisted shorts and a flowy tanked crop top to match. Plus, black strappy heels. To be honest, this look isn't half bad.

We walk downstairs and head towards the noises from the T.V. in the living room.

Harry and Bianca's sister are on the couch.

"We're ready." The girl next to me called out.

Harry looks over at us. His eyes immediately finding my own. They rake my body and once he felt Bianca's gaze, he averted them to her.

"You look nice, babe." Harry says, getting up and walking towards us.

She hooked an arm through his own. "Just nice?" We begin walking out.

"Completely fuckable." He corrects.

"Now that's more like it." She rushes, strutting over to the passenger's side leaving Harry and I behind.

"You look different." He observes quietly.

"Not completely fuckable?" I copy his words to tease him about what he had said to Bianca ,but behind it all ,I am annoyed. Harry has this very heated and serious fight with his father, isn't heard from for a week like he has disappeared off the face of the earth and then comes back acting as if nothing happened. Acting like more of a prick than from before.

He has an amused smirk on. I get to the car door and slide into the back seat.

Harry is seated in the car not long after and starts the car.

We begin driving, Harry's hand glides over to Bianca's thigh. She smiles at him and looks out the window. I see his eyes looking back at me in the rear view mirror and Harry smirks.

My face heats up and I'm clenching my jaw. I look out to the streetlights to distract myself from his shit he is trying to pull.

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