Army- Harry Styles

Chapter 7

10 days to go

"Slut"

I groaned, knowing who this voice belonged to

"Wake the fuck up or I'll punch you" He threatened. I'm actually surprised he hadn't already...

I rubbed my hands to my sleepy eyes and did the best I could do to get out of my -not so comfortable-bed.

I opened fully my exhausted eyes and without another word or two, I followed Harry to the train fields...

I felt my whole body numb from the lack of sleep

Seriously. I slept less that 3 hours thanks to that pervy old man...

Harry ordered me to do as many push ups as the last time and then started doing his own, as always..

It was just that, this time, I was exhausted to death and when I tried doing some I crumbled on the floor. Harry clicked his tongue in annoyance but I couldn't care less...

"I'll be back" was the only thing I said and started running

I grabbed my iPhone and dialed in a familiar number

"Hello?...Dad?" He seemed busy. I could tell just by the sound he made in order to tell me to go on

"Right, um... How should I put this? Well, I guess there was an issue between me and our supervisor yesterday..."

He seemed like he was doing an important job.. so he just 'hummed' me to go on

"Well, let's say he tried to do something inappropriate.. And I would really appreciated it, if you were to fire him.." I said, my voice fading by the end of the sentence

That seemed to get his attention as he said "what did he try to do?"

His voice seemed calm but one could see that he was starting to get anxious... this was what I was trying to avoid..

"Ummm, nothing important-"

"Katherine" he cut me off "what did he try to do?" He repeated, his voice holding more seriousness than before..

"He tried to, um, r-rape me.." I said in a low voice, praying for him not to have heard it.

I felt the silence as it grew deeper when my dad said "Fired.." His voice held surprise, worry, anxiety and pure sock

It was obvious that no other words would come out of his mouth, so I took the chance and said goodbye.

I sighed

I hope I didn't drew him out of his work...

...

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Practice ended and, surprisingly, Harry didn't force me to do any other push ups. Well, I guess even he has some emotions after all...

I ate dinner and went to tent No.14, my tent

There, having me completely socked, was Niall sleeping in the bed Rey used to be. I looked around the tent questionably and saw Greg-sleeping as usual- and Harry with a hoodie on, writing something on his knuckles.

I tried to short out the situation when Harry's gaze met mine. It felt like electricity shot through me but I overcame the feeling by clearing my throat "Where's Rey?" I asked in a low voice

Harry rolled his eyes "Why do you care?"

His annoyed attitude was enough to ruin my mood as I suddenly felt out of it. Again, what's wrong with me!?!

"I am also in this tent! Don't you think it's just a tad important for me to know who lives here and who doesn't?" I could feel my voice rising in every passing word I said, but I couldn't bring my self to care. I was too frustrated by all of my mixed emotions. What was happening to me? One week ago, I wouldn't dare to even think of a 'bad word' and here I am, wanting-so badly-to swear at Harry! I also never used to yell at anyone and just a couple of months ago, I decided to completely devote my self to Drake and get married with him in the future. Yet, here I am, having some completely weird thoughts or something about some dude who is not even my type!

....

Don't I hate swearing?

Don't I hate yelling?

...Don't I love Drake?

Chapter 7!!!!! :D Please vote/comment and feel free to ask me any questions!
This chapter is for Michele because, I know you are bored to death but I really wanted to make those cookies :P
Well, Bye!
ILYASM♥