Returning (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Three

"You're..." I began, but soon a large hand covered my mouth.
"Please, I'm already pissed enough. If you don't scream my name I will do anything for you. I just can't be smothered right now by those damn paparazzi."
Then the curly head stranger, who was a worldwide pop star, removed his hand from my mouth.
"Oh please, get over yourself. I wasn't going to scream your name," I stated.
I may like One Direction, hell even love but I absolutely disliked Harry Styles and his big, fat ego.
"Oh so your not a crazed fan?" he questioned.
"I'm a fan of your band but sure as hell not a fan of you, " I said coldly.
After I made my statement I walked across to where my phone was and picked it up.
I heard the sound of multiple feet against pavement and I'm sure Harry did too because he mumbled curse words under his breath.
"Come on, we have to go," Harry said.
"What do you mean by we?"
"Well I certainly don't need you telling a word to the paps and you have a little blood blood patch on the side of your face. So the least I can do is take you to a doctor." He said.
"Fine. But you owe me a new phone. If it wasn't for you my phone wouldn't be smashed into pieces."
Harry grumbled, " Well if you would have watched where you were going...Fine! But seriously let's go!"
And so he grabbed my arm and dragged me to what I believe to be his car.
In the car, I texted my mum telling her that I had fallen outside and I saw a friend and they agreed to take me to a doctors. Then I had texted Stevie telling him to text me right away because I had news.
As I finished up the text messages, Harry received a call.
"Hey mate....yeah I know....I had a little minor set back....sorry...okay, bye Niall."
Me being the biggest Niall girl ever had to just ask.
"Sooo..you were talking to Niall?"
"Yeah." He looked over at me. "You like him?"
I could feel my cheeks turn what was probably a tomatoey red.
"Yeah. You could say I have a soft spot for the Irish lad."
"Hmm...okay."
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"Your good, sweetie. Just keep your bandage on for the next 24 hours and if you need pain mediation, take the pills that I prescribed," Harry's doctor said.
"Thank you"
And we left Harry's doctors office.
"Harry, you went the wrong way. That's not the way to my house." I panicked.
"I know, we have a few stops to make."
Without being noticed too much, Harry and I managed to pick up my pills and get a new phone. Surprisingly, Harry was considerably nice through the hour we spent together. But it didn't last much longer, the flashes of cameras peered through the window.
"Crap. Alright I know I was suppose to take you home but .....change in plans." Harry said.
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Thirty minutes later, Harry and I arrived outside of a large flat. I gawked at how large it was until I noticed Harry was gesturing me to get out of the car.
As we entered the large flat, an Irish boy that I had loved for almost five years peered around the corner.
"Hey lad."

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Hope this chapter was better than the last :P I will try to update more frequently.
-Amanda