Complicated

#42

Harrys pov

I sit in the cafe patiently waiting for her.

I'd be surprised if she actually shows, after all I didn't exactly meet with her again on the best of terms but that is a me issue.

To be fair though I do completely stand by my point that there's a chance that guy will kill the kids, he looks the type.
Not to mention I don't like how he appears publicly with all his shouting but I could be wrong, I doubt it though.

I pull out my phone and just aimlessly scroll for something interesting to pop up while I wait.

I notice a new article...with mine and Annabelle's name in it.

"Yungblud in a fit of rage as he recklessly drives with Annabelle Percy and Harry Styles' kids in the car"

Well. I see my suspicion was proven almost instantly.

I wont lie and say I'm unbothered by this, I care, but I told her, and if she stays with him and gets my kids killed then it won't end well for her.

The cafe bell dings as the door opens, I sit still to not look desperate because I just know it was her by the uncertain ring the bell had made.

The girl who I wanted to see appears in-front of me and sits directly across from me.

I feel lost for words in a way, she did her makeup and looks absolutely stunning.

I nod to her and she nods back.

"Why'd you want to meet?" She asks, folding her arms and slumping into the booth seat.

"Wanted to talk to you I suppose" i smirk.

"I have a phone Harry" she rolls her eyes.

"So do I...what's this about reckless driving with my kids in the car? Told you he'd kill them" I say sarcastically.

"Their not dead, and he was angry because of me and you seeing each other at the show" she leans forwards.

"Really?" I say leaning forward to come closer to her.

I'm being instantly hit with her scent, but it's masked heavily underneath that filths grotty scent.

"Yeah.." she stutters.

"So you came" I breathe.

"Mhm" she hums.

She wants it so bad. She just won't say.

"You want me instead of him don't you" I whisper reaching out and tucking her hair behind her ear.

She instantly jumps away, and then looks down and sighs.

"Can I be honest with you? Without snarky comments?" She asks.

"Sure" I smile.

"I don't love him Harry. I don't see him as someone I could date for ages. I don't want to sleep with him. I don't want to tour with him. I don't want to bring my kids up with him. They love him but I don't and I'm sure anyone with a good heart could fill that spot for them" she moans.

"Like myself?" I smirk.

"Harry be honest with yourself. You know that I'm not the one for you" she sighs.

"Do I know?" I shrug with a smirk.

"There's no point. There's actually no point. I'm trying to have an adult conversation with you and your just trying to get into my pants" she says with a clear tone of anger in her voice.

"Hmm maybe. At least I'm honest about it unlike that filth your with" I laugh.

"Well I appreciate the honesty. I'm gonna go back to that filth now since you don't want to have a mature conversation" she shrugs while standing up.