Chapter Seventeen

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💙 Delia's POV💙


It's been two weeks since I saw Harry last. After the blackout...... I sort of started avoiding him. The whole thing with his phone. I don't know. It rubbed me the wrong way to be honest. Everyone has been trying to convince me that me and him should go out but I don't have time for someone who most likely would play games with me. The boys have been around a lot but whenever Harry is with them I just make myself disappear into my room. He's tried to talk to me but I just give him the cold shoulder. Which earns me a glare from Claudia and Alondra. I haven't told them why I've been avoiding Harry. Not yet anyway. I need a distraction and some fun. I haven't been running lately to add to my not wanting to run into Harry. I haven't used my gym membership in a month because Alondra would go "workout" with Louis. I got up from my bed and put on some work out clothes which included a white spandex crop top and some yoga tights. I grabbed my phone and beats. I grab a hair tie from my dresser and walked out my room only to come face to face with Harry. I stopped dead in my tracks. We stood there uncomfortably because we didn't know what to say to each other. I noticed that he was looking at my figure slowly from my chest to me legs.

"Going somewhere?" He asked looking me up and down one more time before smirking. He stepped closer towering over me while resting his hands on the very top of my bedroom door frame. A stance that was just on the top of my list of sexiest things. I noticed he had a little more muscle in his biceps. It was times like this when I wish there was nothing in his phone but selfies like mine....

"Out. See ya never..." I said trying to step to the side of him but he blocked me.

"What did I do wrong. All I wanted was to be friends with you..." He said while holding a really raw expression. I looked down at my feet then up into his green eyes.

"You want to be my friend??? Fine you're my friend. Now excuse me I have somewhere to be. ..."

"Does my new friend have a date?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. I scoffed and poked his side as hard as I could making him drop one arm that was trapping me. I managed to get free and started running towards the door. But a pair of large hands grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder.

"Harold!! Put me down! I have to go!" I screamed while giggling.

"Not unto you tell me what this whole date thing is about Missy! As your friend I am supposed to know about these things, love!" He yelled back while throwing me on the couch where everyone else was.

"Hey. Is she coming with us Harry?" Nial asked as i fell on the couch next to him.

"No....she has a date that we know nothing about. He could be a serial killer for all we know lads!" Harry growled.

"I do not have a fucking date! God what is wrong with you people. Can't a girl go to the gym without people assuming she has a date. Thank you for being concerned but I'm a big girl." I say a little annoyed. To my surprise they all have a hug grin on their faces. What confuses me even more is Harry's face expression. He almost looks ......angry sort of......

"Why the fuck do you need to go to the gym?!" He yelled. Taking everyone off guard including me.

"Because!" I yell back slightly amused by his anger.

"Because what! You look perfectly fine! You don't need to go to the fucking gym! Especially not with all the guys that just hang around there for arse!" He shouts.

"Because I don't feel fine, Harry....." I say quietly. I turned to my friends who hold a shocked expression at me and Harry's conversation. Claudia and Alondra just nods their heads and that gives me the cue to get up and head to the door but not before Harry stops in front of me with a remorseful face.

"Sorry......." He said while looking down. He looks so sorry that I just couldn't stay mad. I smile up at him and ruffled his hair.

"It's alright, Harold. I'll see you later." I say with a smile on my way out the door.

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