The Bad Boy

Chapter 108

Harry's P.O.V.

    Ally hangs up after what feels like an eternity. I take Steph not wanting to talk to me as a bad sign.

    "What did she say?" I ask.

    "She's going to book a flight and be here by tomorrow night." Ally says and I see relief in her eyes.

    "About me. What did she say about me?" I ask, moving my hand in a go on motion.

    "She just said she needed some time to think." Ally shrugs.

    "You're acting like this isn't a big deal, you always do that, but as soon as you and Niall get in a fight Steph acts like it's the end of the world." I cross my arms.

    "Don't get defensive." Ally says, giving a pointed glance to my crossed arms, which I uncross and tuck into my pockets.

    "I'm not getting defensive. Why is it only a big deal when you and Niall fight?" I ask.

    "Crossed arms are a sign of defensiveness." Ally says. "It's how your relationship works. You hurt her, she comes back. She hurts you, she comes back to you because your a self priding bastard who refuses to apologize to anyone. It's a never ending cycle, but you'll always end up back together."

    "So you think she's not mad?" I ask.

    "No, I bet she's mad because you didn't believe her when she told you that she was going to tell you about New York but I think she'll forgive you because she loves you, unfortunately for me." Ally rolls her eyes.

    "Oh Ally, I just love you so much!!!!" I lean over and wrap her up in my arms, digging my fingers into her sides so she jumps.

    "HARRY STOP!" Ally yelps, wriggling around in my arms.

    "OH Ally I just love you so much, you're so sweet." I croon, digginng my fingers into her shoulders, and sides.

    She finally wriggles out of my grasp, and collapses back on the bed in laughter. "You're such an ass." She sucks in a deep breath.

    "You okay?" I look at her.

    Her lips are pursed. "Bucket."

    I grab the pail pink bucket next to her and hold it underneath her mouth as she dry heaves. Flecks of spit hit my hand.

    "F****** DISGUSTING!" I yelp as she flops back on the bed with a sigh.

    "What?" She asks weakly.

    "OH YA KNOW JUST THE USE A LITTLE BIT OF PUKE ON MY HANDS!" I yelp, wiping my moist hand down the front of her shirt.

    "Watch your hands there buddy." She raises an eyebrow at me, then glances down at her chest and back up at me.

    "That's worse than the vomit bits you just sprayed on my hand." I shudder.

    "You know you love me, you know you care." She smashes her boobs together and pushes them out towards me.

    "Uck." I gag.

Stephanie's P.O.V.

After an hour of laying with Harry's t-shirt, I decide that I'm not capable of figuring this out on my own. I think about callling Ally, but then decide against it. She didn't sound like she felt up to talking much. I call Miles instead.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Hi Miles. It's Stephanie." I say.

"Hey Stephanie. Do you just miss me so much that you have to call me twice in two hours? After just seing me for five?" He jokes.

"Haha, no actually. I was calling to ask you about your offer from earlier..." I trail off.

"My offer from earlier.....Oh! That you could talk to me anytime. I meant that. What's wrong?" Miles asks.

"Can I meet you somewhere?" I ask. "Know any good coffee places?"

"Absolutely. Where do you live, I'll give you directions?" Miles asks.

"Um, I'm not exactly sure. I live in this tall apartment complex..." I list off some distinguishing features of the apartment building.

"Oh you live in the other apartment building for the company! I'm in the one two blocks to the left of work." Miles says."So what you need to do is go six blocks down the road and on your left is this little mom and pop coffee and bakery."

"Ok, I'll see you there." I say and hang up.

    I walk out of the aparmtent for what feels like the thirtieth time today. I walk down the street and my some miracle I manage to find the coffee shop.Surprisingly, I didn't even feel the wind on the walk... I pull open and I'm hit with a wall of warm, coffee scented air. I look around and see Miles sitting at a table in the back corner of the coffee shop. The place has chocolate brown walls, a wood floor, and lots of weird painting hanging on the walls. No two tables or chairs are the same. I make my way through the throngs of hipsters crowding around the tables with their Macbooks, back to Miles. I see he hasn't ordered yet.

    "Hey." He stands up when I make it back to the table.

    "Hi." I reply.

    "Do you want to order?" He asks.

    "Uh, sure." I follow him into the line of people waiting in front of the counter.

    I scan over the menu. This place looks nothing like the typical Starbucks.

    "See anything you like?" Miles asks.

    "Not exactly..." I trail off. "What's good here?"

    "Hmm, they have a really good rasberry moch." Miles suggests.

    My mind flashes back to when I doctered up my coffee with Niall. That was the  time he showed me Theo's picture. I remember there being a box on the table that was full of pictures. I think hard and manage to see some of the pictures. One of them was of Harry, holding Theo at arms length, making a face. Niall was next to him, laughing.

    "Stephanie..." I feel Miles hand on my arm, shaking me out of my daze.

    I look up and see we've made it to the front of the line. I can't order that rasberry mocha.

    "Black coffee." I say and reach into my bag for my wallet.

    "I got it." Miles says, and pulls out his billfold.

    "No no, you got lunch." I push his hand away and put down a five dollar bill. It doesn't have Starbucks menu but at least it doesn't have Starbucks prices either.

    Miles lets out a frustrated sigh and pushes his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans. The barista pushes us to comically round coffee cups, and nods at a pour it yourself bar in the corner. I pick up my cup and follow Miles over. I scan the labels on the silver canisters. I decide on something called Harry Chest blend because it sounds like it'll keep my awake for my flight. Miles pours his coffee into his cup and turns it the color of caramel with cream. I stir in a packet of sugar and walk back over to the table, sitting in a leather stuffed chair.

    "So, what did you want to talk about?" Miles asks as I cradle my coffee cup in my hands.

    I suck in a deep breath, focus my gaze on a painting directly above Miles head of a steaming cup of coffee, done in purple and green swirls, and let it all out. I explain everything from the beginning.