S T O C K H O L M S Y N D R O M E

Chapter Six

Harry Styles' POV

She was extremely pretty.

Brown hair, slim and curvy, she had skin that looked and felt incredibly soft, and her eyes.

Her blue eyes were beautiful.

She left pretty quickly, and just before Cara came.

"Where's Tiana?" She asked.

"I don't know, she left, said she had to go,"

"Don't tell me you scared her off!"

"What?"

"I saw you checking her out when she wasn't looking Styles!"

"No!"

Lie.

"What are you on about?" I asked.

"Ugh leave it, I have her number, I'll just call her back,"

"You have her number?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah, we're friends. And no, don't even think about asking me for her number!"

"I wasn't going to!"

Lie number two.

"Now, answer my question. Why aren't you at uni?"

I hesitated.

"Woke up late," I muttered.

Lie number three.

"Hah!" She laughed. I raised an eyebrow in confusion, but I knew what she was going to say.

"You slept with someone, haven't you?"

"No,"

I really should stop lying, but why would I admit that?

I ignored her and ate my brownie, looking outside the window, Tiana's red plump lips stuck in my head.

God, I don't even know her!

I really was checking her out, absentmindedly but I remember doing it.

She wore an outfit that made her look like the perfect hourglass model, and she wore barely any makeup, but she was more beautiful than girls I had met who had faces full of makeup.

I left Cara, letting her to continue working and headed out, checking my phone and finding a missed call from Zayn.

I called him back.

"Hello?"

"Harry,where are you?"

"Just left Cara's cafe, why?"

"You didn't come in today,and we woke you up!"

"I overslept,"

"Why? How?"

"I know you all know why I woke up late Zayn," I muttered trying to sound angry but amused at the same time.

"You, you-"

"Oh shuddup for God's sake, I'm going home, see ya later,"

And I hung up on him.

Wow, why does everyone know when I have sex?

I rolled my eyes and carried on walking, the wind messing up my hair.

It was pretty cold for April, but then again, it was the UK, the weather had worser mood swings than teenage girls.

I trudged towards the house,unlocking the door and making my way up to my room.

It stank.

It was a mess.