His Secret (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter Eleven

We've just finished eating Nando's when Harry had gotten a call from Zayn.

"Yo Harry! Jim just arrived." I heard Zayn's voice boom through the speaker.

"Who told him where we were?" Harry sighed.

"Wasn't me. Probably Ed." Zayn's voice lowered.

Wow, nobody told Jim where we were go? How rude.

"You guys ready?" Niall asked as he returned from the bathroom at Nando's.

We all nod as we jump up from our table and walk back to Harry's car.

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Back at the bungalow, Zayn, Liam and Josh are sitting at the table playing some weird game.

Very weird.

Can't explain it.

"Where's Ed and Andy?" Niall asks as we all storm into the bungalow.

"With Jim." Josh answers.

"Figures." Harry sighs, obviously pissed off as he stalks off into our room, slamming the door.

Niall and Louis settle down at the table with Zayn and Josh.

"Somebody should go talk to him." Niall mumbles as they turn to look at me.

"Fine, I'll go." I roll me eyes.

I don't see why they're all hesitant about it.

I slowly walk down the hall and soon approach our room.

Not one sound is coming from the other side of the door.

"Harry?" I call out slowly as I tap on the door.

No answer.

I let out a long sigh, push the door open and tip toe into the room.

The blinds are pulled, the only light in the room is coming from outside as it manages to creep through the spaces in between the shades.

I can see Harry's silhouette seated at the end of the bed.

"Harry?" I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Still no answer.

I hesitantly walk over to him and sit down next to him.

He doesn't move, he doesn't make a sound.

"Harry talk to me." I whisper, rubbing his back.

Is it just me, or is Harry being a little over dramatic about this?

"He's going to do it again." Harry chokes out.

He? Who's he? What's he doing to do?

Oh, nevermind. "He" is Jim. But what's "He" going to do?

"He's going to take you from me." Harry nods, almost as if he's agreeing with himself.

I decide not to talk. Harry should finish venting before I say anything.

"I'm going to scare you away, aren't I? You're probably sitting there thinking "What a douche. He's sitting here crying over a girl" Well, yeah I'm crying over a girl. I can't help myself. This girl just so happens to be the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on. I couldn't stand to think what would happen if that arse ever tried to touch you." He finishes, wiping a few tears as his head is dropped. He probably feels embarassed.

It's cute.

I feel a smile creep it's way onto my face.

No time for a smile Leah. It's time to be serious.