THORN

chapter six

Harry Styles

"Looking for this baby?" I ask, gripping the pink cased phone in my two fingers.

Standing in the open doorway is Alex Green, my new favorite person to annoy. My head tilts down to meet her stare, the brown irises being narrowed in my direction. She looks more confused than angry which is surprising in this context.

"Where did you get that?" She asks me, gesturing to her phone in my possession.

My forehead creases in confusion, the answer should be quite clear in her head. I know she drank some alcohol last night but I didn't suspect her of being that much of a lightweight. Guess I was wrong. 

My eyes travel down her short stature, noticing the huge orange stain on the front of her white t shirt. I try to hide the smirk forming on my lips from her rushed attire, hoping she doesn't notice.

She looks at me expectantly, almost forgetting I owe her an answer. "You forget it last night." I play it off.

"You were with him last night?" Zayn questions her.

Oh yeah right, Zayn. He was the one who greeted me today when I opened Alex's door a couple minutes ago. He's wearing the same clothes he was yesterday during training so I'm reading in between the lines on what these two did in their time together. The only thing that doesn't make sense is when.

Was Zayn in here last night while Alex was sitting outside in the hallway with me? She was wearing what looked like pajamas and she looked pretty exhausted throughout our short spent time together so I just assumed I woke her up from the repeated hit of my tennis ball against her wall.

Either way, I don't like the dude to say the least. His presence and flirty personality just really pisses me off.

"Were you with him last night too baby?" I add onto Zayn's question, staring down at Alex.

"Don't call me that." She answers me, while also ignoring both of our questions.

"Answer the question and maybe I will." I respond.

Alex huffs out in annoyance, "No, I wasn't with Harry last night." She looks back at Zayn.

My face scrunches in confusion, not knowing why she's lying about this. Are her and Zayn together or something? She didn't look like she was lying when she answered though, so maybe she doesn't actually remember. I thought spitting down her throat would be pretty memorable. Looks like I was wrong again.

"Harry just give her the phone." Zayn says, rolling his eyes.

My body tenses in anger, Zayn ordering me around like some kid making anger boil inside me. I lift the bottom of my shirt about an inch above the waistband of my sweatpants and stick her phone in between the band of my boxers and my stomach.

"Come get it baby." My eyes land on Alex.

Her mouth is hung open, face filled with shock and even a look of anger. Zayn's facial expressions match hers, knowing I did this because of his attitude. I smirk to myself, finding humor in how easy it is to piss Alex off.

"Harry cut the shit and just hand it to me." Alex demands.

I hold my hands up in a surrender motion, letting her know I'm not backing down. She rolls her eyes, standing in front of me not budging. My phone rings from my back pocket interrupting the silence we had before.

My face falls, knowing every time this phone rings it's never a good thing. My whole mood changes, too stressed about this phone call to keep up this little game with Alex. I take her phone out of my waistband, handing it over without even looking at her.