Trust Me (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 49

Bethany's POV

The constant ringing in my ears was either from my headache, or Harry's phone. I kept my eyes closed as I reached out and tapped around on the bedside table looking for it. I had hit what felt like a glass of water a few times but thankfully I didn't knock it over.

"Time to wake up love." I hear him before I see him and I groan into my pillow.

"Turn that damn thing off!"

"Come on Bethany, we have lunch with your grandpa." He was short with me, and he wasn't even in bed with me. He was standing in the door way of his room, watching me.

"Can we skip?" I ask, sitting up slowly. He shakes his head at me.

"What put you in such a sour mood?"

"Do you not remember last night at all?" He's exasperated, but I have no idea what he's going on about.

"I remember up until you showed up at the club and that's about it." I admit, taking the two advil and swallowing them down with the water he left out.

"You're being serious right now?"

"Yes, so if you could kindly tell me what I did that pissed you off so much, I'd love to know."

"You remember everything at the club, so you tell me!" With that he grabs his phone storms out of the room and down the stairs.

What the hell did I do last night? All I remember doing is drinking with Vanessa, dancing and signing a few fucking autographs. I don't think there was anything wrong with that... What in the world is he going on about?

I grab my phone, checking twitter to see if that could lead anywhere. My notifications were blowing up and my head was starting to pound from all the crazy tweets I was getting. They all were accusations of me flirting around with guys, but I never did anything like that.

There were pictures, that were taking forever to load, but I was horrified to open them. What if I had done something last night? What if I had done something bad enough to make him angry like this.

When the pictures loaded, I closed my eyes in annoyance. Those stupid guys that were dressed like preppy dicks were in them and I immediately knew what was going on. They were working for Modest. They had this whole thing planned out so that it made Harry look like a damn victim.

I stood up from my seated position on the bed and tied my hair in a bun on top of my head. I looked horrible, but I didn't care. He needed to know the truth so he'd stop freaking out.

I padded down the stairs quietly, hoping to find him in the living room, but he wasn't there. I knew he was in the flat because I didn't hear the door close. I just needed to find which room he was in, and luckily, it was the kitchen. He was standing in there with his sweatpants hanging loose from his hips and his bare back exposed to me.

"You're crazy, Harry." I give him an amused tone, and a soft smile when he turns around to look at me.

"You think I'm bloody crazy?" He sounds annoyed, but I just shake my head at him.

"You saw pictures on twitter last night huh?"

I start to make my way towards him, stopping as I get right in front of him. He looks tired and worried. There was this wrinkle between his eyebrows that wouldn't seem to go away. I smiled at him, standing up on my tip toes so that I could kiss the frown away. He looked shocked as my lips touched his forehead and I smiled in victory.

"You really think I was giving people my phone number last night?" I was kind of annoyed, but the whole situation was funny because of how big of a baby he was being.