euphoria. (hs)

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Happy Thanksgiving <3

I drove home fastly and marched my way into our apartment, I'm going to do it, I'm going to tell him the fucking truth that I may have fallen in love with him. He can't stop me from loving him because it's too late I already. 

I opened the door that was unlocked and walked inside, he's home I know he is. I turned the light on seeing that our bedroom light was on. I made my way over there feeling a little boost of confidence. I made my way into the room and froze, 

Harry was sitting down with books scattered around on the mattress and a girl sat right next to him. 

He jumped up from the bed and the girl looked up from the mattress. "Baby, hey." Harry rushed out. I folded my arms and stood by the door. He walked over towards me, "Lacey this is Amber, Amber this is Lacey." 

"Hi," i blankly said. I could feel he rage coursing through my body. I eyed the girl who was resting on my side of the bed. What in the actual fuck. 

She giggled out loud, "I'm going to get going, thanks for having me over Harry." She drew out his name grabbing her books and getting up from my bed. I turned over and looked over at him, "You've got a lot of explaining to do." 

Harry looked up at me after about five minutes, "I swear nothing happened." I rolled my eyes, "I don't give a shit about that. Why in the world would you bring her into our room to do homework on our bed when we have a fucking livingroom. Oh and helps to warn a girl when you bring company over." I spat. 

He rolled his eyes, "Why does it even matter where we were sitting?" I stared at him like he was stupid. "Say I brought someone over and didn't say shit and we had so many other spaces for us to work and I decided to bring him into our room and had him sit on your side of the bed, how would you feel?" "Fucking pissed." "Well that's how I feel right now." "You're over reacting." "Harry I literally just explained what had happened with you but made it in my point of view." Harry rolled his eyes. 

"You'd still be pissed even if she was sitting in our livigroom. "But I would be a little more sympathetic than what I am being now." 

I made my way over towardsthe bed taking off our bed spread. "Oh for fuck's sake what are you doing now?" He questioned. "Changing the comforter," I stated. "You're over reacting." "I'm just a very clean person and don't trust anyone's hygene." "You're with me." "Because I know you're a clean freak like me," I said, "Besides she had her shoes on while sitting on our bed." He rolled his eyes, "Really?" 

I stopped what I was doing to looked up at him. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you had acoew when my shoe touched the end of our couch." "Yeah becaue that's where we lay down and sit." "And this is where we sleep, fuck, and cuddle!" I yelled out loud. He rolled his eyes, "I swear you do this on purpose." "Do what exactly?" I questioned.

"Say things to make sure I look like a complete jack ass in front of you." "No I just point out that you're being a fucking hyprocrite." He looked away, "On a scale of one to ten how pissed are you?" He questioned. 

"Probably a seven point eight," I answered. He sighed, "Baby look I'm sorry." "And I'm sorry too it's just I don't see why would bring her into our room and with the door closed. "You know how frightening that is?" I asked. 

"How's it frightening?" "Because Harry-" "Harry cut me of with a shocked expression, "You thought I was cheating on you, didn't you?" "No-" He glared at me, "I can't fucking believe you. If I wanted to cheat on you don't you think I would have already? It's so easy for me to do so. " I stared at Harry with sadness.

"You're never fucking home. Hell I could have fucked that bitch on our kitchen table while you sat there at work completely clueless. Jesus Lace have some fucking faith in me." He bumped shoulders with me walking away from me.

I turned are and watched him grab his leather coat opening the door. "Where are you going?" I questioned. "Out," he spat while slamming the front door.

I stood there feeling completely stupid. I let my nerves get the best of me. I upset him and now he's gone.

I went to my closet and changed and left to go out to the couch. 

I didn't even get to tell him that I was in love with him... 

I sat there letting it all sink in, he admitted to me that if he really wanted to he could be screwing girls here and there while I came home completely oblivious to what happened in here. I sat in the dark room alone with my negative thoughts. 

I know Harry doesn't love me for a fact. Hell I'm prety sure he does not like me. I mean I question everything he does, I know for a fact he is getting sick and tired of my shit. It hurts but it's the truth.

I need to get my act straight and start having faith in him if I want us to last. 

Harry Edward Styles, I am going to try so god damn hard for you. 

I know it's shit probably but honestly like I said I have a lot on my plate, but once in awhile I'll post a chapter or two (: