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everglow: four

The First Argument - Flashback.

Nia had never seen the one and only Harry Styles angry. The world has always seen him as the super charming bad boy who somehow made you want to protect him, and nothing hinted at a possible temper.

A short temper. It was technically the downside of dating him. Nia heard of the flares and moodiness but she never really saw it until the games night with friends.

The drive home was silent and uncomfortable. She sensed something was off but didn't push.

As soon as they enter the shared flat, he silently tosses the keys on the marble plate and shrugs off his leather jacket. Nia takes off her heeled sandals and yawns a little, feeling ready to cuddle up. Harry keeps his eyebrows furrowed as he picks up the neatly arranged stack of takeout menus and he hums to himself as he wonders what they're having for dinner.

Smiling a little, she walks over to him and hugs him from behind. The mixture of cologne and coffee hanging off him does a little wonder to her, and she weirdly likes it. With her fingers, she comes up to the back of his head and plays with his curls there.

Harry silently shrugs her off and pulls away from the hold. This makes her frown a little and he notices this from the corner of his eye.

"Lebanese or Thai?" He clears his throat.

"Thai, what's up?" Nia asks.

"With?" Harry gets out his phone. "Delivery or pickup?"

"Delivery. What's up with your mood?" she continues.

"Starving," he deepens his frown.

With that, he places the call and walks away from her. Nia chuckles and follows him knowing this is all a lie. Right now, this man is sitting on a bomb and probably doing his best from showing his true angry feelings.

They walk further into the living area and he finishes up the call, still frowning. Nia stands right in front him with her arms folded and instantly smiles when he hangs up.

"You're not telling me the truth," she continues.

"That's awfully rich," he breathes out a chuckle.

"What does that mean?" she frowns.

"Forget about it. I'm over it," he shrugs.

"Yet, I'm bearing the brunt of your anger here," Nia points out.

"You think this is my anger? Babe, I'm trying not to be pissed off," Harry looks away.

"What is pissing you off? Where's this coming from?" she asks.

Harry doesn't know how to express this without sounding ridiculous and slightly childish but the feeling is valid. He knows he shouldn't have gone for the games night but he's just starting to know her friends better and he doesn't want to be that snobby boyfriend.

Nia stares at him with concerned eyes and she internally wants him to express himself without this constant struggle.

"Forget it. We're home now," he breathes out.

"So, it was before we got home?" she asks.

"I said forget it, stop pressing," he frowns again.

"I'm sorry but I like to talk about my feelings and put things out there," she clarifies.

This makes him chuckle and slowly shake his head in disbelief.

"Really? You like putting things out there?" He raises an eyebrow.