Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

How do you tell someone to get out your fucking house politely?

In total Niall and Harry have been here half an hour. See that might not seem like a lot but bearing in mind that there's an irrelevant person who's been rummaging through my fucking cupboards, surprised to see there's one box of fruit loops. Plus making snarky comments without hesitation, don't even mention his endless swearing in front of my cat. It's embarrassing really. She's only a few months. That's not even the worst part. He put he grimy fucking shoes on my white fucking sofa.

Safe to say I'd like him to leave. But I can't.

And so I sit knees under myself on the floor trying to scrub out Harry's dirt stain,

"I'm just saying guys, sooners better than fuckin' later" Niall speaks from his spread out manner on my kitchen chair, his head in his hands on my glass table,

From mine and Harry's constant bickering I'm sure he's pretty fed up with us.

"for god's sake" I mutter underneath my breath when the stain doesn't remove immediately,

"Say something?" Harry questions, he's still lying like a fucking dog across my sofa, his head watching my every move trying to make me feel very much belittled in his presence.

It's not working it's just fucking annoying having his face practically in mine the whole time I'm trying to clean out his mess. I roll my eyes at him, clearly not impressed seeing as his eyebrows raise,

"I am sitting right here, you know," assuming he's the one I'm muttering about, smartass, that smug grin on his face says it all,

"Of course you'd assume that, dick" I murmur underneath my breath, I'm getting sick of his accusing stare, watching me like a literal hawk,

"Say that one again, yeah?" He challenges, eyebrows pinching together, he shouldn't do that.

"Do you have to be such a dick-" I exclaim I can see his tongue run along his bottom lip in frustration.

"Bit hypocritical when your talking about me like I'm not fucking here..."

"It wasn't fucking about you!!" I exclaim making him, he looks at me for a minute, eyes boring into me like I'm a criminal, before scoffing and turn away from me into the sofa to type something on his phone,

"Pack it up!!" Niall claps his hand making us look at him from our awkward positions,

"I got it. Don't like it? Fuck off then, like you guys did jack shit." He nods his head at us in exhaustion.

"Seeing as he's on tour," he points to Harry, making him squint his eyes,

"First sightings in a couple weeks ok, nothing big just Central Park, well I mean it is big but-" he rambles out making Harry stop him,

"Get to the point, I gotta leave" his voice drips with agitation. He wasn't this aggravating on the first night, it's weird how dynamic he is. Since that night a lot had happened but I kind of understand what the girls were saying now.

"Right... well point is you'll get lunch go to Central and come back to Iris's," my head snaps up at this, eyes widening, He is not coming back here!! He's been here half an hour and it's already trashed,

"Make sure to get papped and all that," before he looks to me in confirmation, not even bothering with Harry because his answer will presumably no,

"That's okay right?" My mouth opens and closes a few times in hesitation, I don't really want him to be here but what can I say? Your not welcome in my fucking apartment because you trashed my sofa? A tad pathetic Iris. It is a valid point although.