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HARRY

she sat there staring out of her window, looking deep in thoughts but her little pepapig bandaid gives away her childish side,  I concentrated on the road, minding my own business

I don't do small talks, never liked them never will, but I think Ruby had other plans

"Where ya from?" 

"isn't it obvious??"

"no like, where in England?"

"Why does it fucking matter??"

"because I'm bored and I want to know"

"I'm your boss, not your friend"

"didn't ask you to be my friend, I don't want you as my friend anyways" keeping her gaze out the window, she kept trying to pry, pretty sure she knows this is pissing me off,  and I'm not doing a good job hiding my anger, which made a small smirk make it's way on her stupid face

what did I get myself into? , should've left her behind while I went to the store, I don't even have a reason to be at the store everything is at the hotel!!, we're going so if she wants anything extra, I wouldn't have bothered but I basically lied right through my ass to her about the tour so at least I could take her to the store for some snacks

she looks like a snacking on the go type of girl

"Why are we going to the store anyway? , isn't everything on the tour bus already??"

hiding my plan completely, I don't answer, I lied once I'm not going for it again, I don't lie, I never lie whether I tolerate them or not I don't ever resort to lying.

"Harry?" she speaks up again, I keep looking straight ahead, "what?" I finally answer, keeping my voice harsh and collected 

"you're hiding something" from the farness of her voice I know she didn't even need to look at me to figure that out, staring out the window and making her assumption, "and I didn't know you read minds"

don't lie, Styles

"it's not rocket science, your voice is harsher when you're trying to hide something" she replies calmly, still looking out the window as I pull up into a parking spot, killing the engine and looking at her

the car coming to a stop forces her to look back at me, same brown eyes that've been haunting me and making my skin crawl

God I hate her, I hate her so fucking much

"let's just go, don't try to read me I'm not a fucking book", opening the door and going to exit the car, she speaks u once again

" you're not just a book, you're an open book"



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