Mr. Popular And Ms. Pretender // h.s.

Chapter 23

Chapter 23
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Andy's POV

It's been two days after Harry woke up and after our fight. I've been lonely ever since, Niall, Zayn, Ashton and Liam have been killing their time with Harry, leaving me in the flat by myself. But sometimes, Louis would drop by and eat ice cream with me and watch some DVDs. I haven't eaten a regular meal, I didn't feel hungry most of the time anyway. For the past couple of days, all I have been doing was keeping myself tucked in bed, watching DVDs, and eating ice cream with the curtains closed. My room was always dark, just how I desired it to be. Sometimes, I'd peak through the curtains to see the outside, but the bright light hurt my eyes and I'd shut it back immediately. Ashton, would sometimes come into my room and change my DVDs from time to time since I'm too lazy to put another one in as he brings another cup of ice cream.

With my hair tied into a very, very messy bun, my sleeves folded to my elbows, my frame tucked into the duvets as my head leaned against the soft pillows, I spoke, "I told you to get me vanilla, not chocolate!"

"Okay, okay! I'll get the other one for you later. What do you want to watch now?" Ashton asked, trying to keep himself calm as he reached for the cases of DVDs that laid on the floor.

"Love, Rosie." I blandly said, and he searched for it before inserting it on the player. I held up the cup full of chocolate ice cream and he took it, getting out of my room.

I continued to watch the movie and would simultaneously laugh, shriek or cry before realizing that Ashton's taking so long just to get my ice cream. What the hell's taking him so bloody long? I mean, the fridge isn't that far. Just kidding, it is for me but still! "Ashton!" I yelled but there was no response.

"Ashton! Where's my ice cream?!" I barked again, louder this time but still, there was no response.

Then, there was music. And I immediately recognized the instrument that was playing, it was a guitar. Nah, it must be some lovesick peep from across the street. I fought the urge to get up and yell to them that there's no forever and that love is pathetic. In the end, you'll just get hurt and eventually end like me, being in bed, eating ice cream whilst watching movies with hopeless romantics as casts. A few chords were strummed as it played a beautiful melody but I couldn't hear the lyrics.

I decided to pause the movie and go near the window. It sounded so beautiful. So, I peaked through the curtains with a wide smile of satisfaction from the melody, but my smile turned into a frown when I saw the tall figure of the curly boy that I loved who eventually called me a bitch,

"If you're pretending from the start like this,
With a tight grip, then my kiss
Could mend your broken heart
I might miss everything you said to me.
And I could lend you broken parts that might fit like this
And I will give you all my heart.
So we could start it all over again."

Harry sang with passion as he looked up at me. His chestnut curls flowing a mere couple of inches above his shoulders. I opened my window, "I'm sorry Andy!" He yelled, squinting his eyes over the light of the sun. I gulped when I saw a lot of people circling around him, waiting for my answer.

I shrugged my nervousness off and regained my neutral feeling, "The song was beautiful and all and this is very, very romantically cliché but the fact that you called me a two faced bitch was beyond the lines. So, good day to you. Au revoir!" I said and slammed the window shut.

I peaked again and saw him shaking his head whilst looking down at his shoes, the gang gave him a pat on the shoulders whilst the crowd that circled him shook their heads too, saying something to him that I can't even hear or read. God, his locks passed his jaw and it was making him look more and more attractive. Why does he have to be so perfect? No, just no. I huffed and opened the window again, making everyone snap their heads towards my direction, "Go get a haircut!"