A Beautiful Affair (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13: 

Juliet’s POV 

“What do you mean you ‘met someone yesterday’?” this bitch must be cray.

She is engaged and supposed to get married in two months and now she says ‘I met someone’. She better have met her long lost father or George Clooney. She giggled some more and stood up spinning around. Alright, she must have really met someone special.

“He’s great…” She fell into the couch beside me and inhaled deeply, “He’s cute and just ugh!”

I raised an eyebrow, “Karen… your fiancé is in the other room…”

She looked toward me and sighed, “You don’t understand.”

I chuckled, “You’re right I really don’t understand, please enlighten me on your love triangle.”

She shot me a nasty look and sat up a bit, pulling her knees to her chest. “I haven’t felt this way in a long time.” She started, but I interrupted her, I coughed and mumbled ‘drugs,’ which she so kindly ignored. “He makes me feel so alive.”

Again, I didn’t let her finish, “You only met him yesterday.”

She groaned and threw her hands in the air, “I don’t care! It took 2 years to fall in love with Harry, but only 2 minutes to fall for him.”

I rubbed my eyes and sighed, “Alright, who’s ‘him’?”

She smiled and her eyes lit up, “He’s great, he’ got amazing eyes and is so sweet, he knows how to have a good laugh and he can cook! And he-”

I cut her off, “What’s his name!”

She giggled, jeez she does that a lot, and placed her hands on her knees, “His name is Louis.”

Harry’s POV

“Did you get any of that Paris?” I whisper yelled to her from behind her.

“Shut it curly!” I groaned and rolled my eyes. Paris was currently up against the door that led to the living room with her ear pressed against it. “I…she just said something about meeting somebody.”

Meeting somebody? “What…?” She placed her finger on her lips, signaling me to be quite. I put my hands up in defense and stuck my tongue out at her.

“Oi! I can’t here anything,” she mumbled kicking me in the shin. I groaned and grabbed my now bruised shin, Jesus she’s aggressive. “She just said his name was…Louis.”

What whose name… she… but.

“And she said she’s in…love.”

Love? I thought she loved…what about…?

“Harry, I’m sorry.” Paris came up and stood next to me, patting my back, but I shrugged her hand off.

I should be mad…but… but I’m not. There’s not one inch of me that is angry with Karen for meeting a guy. I should be since I’m her fiancé…but… there’s nothing.

“Your not mad are you?” Paris said once we got back into the kitchen and I sat down at the table.

“No…” I replied confused, questioning myself.

She chuckled and poked my shoulder. “It’s cause you don’t love Karen anymore… If you loved her, you’d feel jealousy, but you don’t…because the ‘love’ you once had for her is gone.” Goes does she have to be so deep?

“Paris, you make me question my own ability of teaching sometimes… you’re so..smart and good with words.” I poked her cheek and she giggled.