Prove It (H.S)

Chapter Twenty Three

Harry takes his phone out to send a quick text to Louis explaining that he won't make it to lunch. When he slides his phone back into his pocket, I reach up and tap the top of his bun, giggling like a little girl. He turns his head, smirking at me. "What are you doing?" He asks, grabbing my wrist as I try to reach up and touch it again. He then intertwines our fingers, swinging our arms back and forth between us.

"I love your hair like that," I say. He smirks again, dimples showing this time. "I know," he says matter-of-factly. I swat at him and he chuckles. We arrive at his dorm and once he opens the door, he lifts me up, swings me over his shoulder and begins to walk down the hallway. I kick my feet and squeal. "Harry! Let me down!" He laughs and opens the door to his room, setting me down once we are inside.

I look at him with wide eyes as I fix my hair. "Oh come on, you know you liked that," he says and I playfully stick my tongue out at him. He opens the fridge and grabs two sprites for us. "Thanks," I say as I take in the scene around me. There are clothes all of the room, mostly on Louis' side. "Do you two ever do laundry?" He sips on his soda and shrugs. "It's always like this, I just hide it in the closets when I know you're coming over." I nod, my neat-freak-ness kicking in.

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Harry's POV~

"How many times have you worn those since you last washed them?" Claire asks, pointing to my jeans. I shrug,"Probably like, five times?" She shakes her head, holding her hand out. "Take them off," she demands, getting a chuckle out of me. "Excuse me? It's not gonna be that easy to get me naked," I say playfully, walking towards her, wrapping my arms around her.

She giggles,"Seriously! Harry, take your pants off!" Her face is red now and I oblige, handing my pants over. Her eyes scale down my body to my boxers. I smirk and when she notices, she quickly shakes her head, beginning to fold my pants to put in the hamper. Her fingers search through the pockets, grabbing my phone and wallet throwing them on my bed.

Her face falls, and I notice that she's found a piece of paper in my front pocket. Fuck.

She turns to me, her face filled with anger, holding up the paper. "Really?" She says, stepping closer to me. "Really? Aubrey?" She continues, gritting her teeth. Fuck. I am such an idiot. Why didn't I just throw it away once Aubrey gave it to me? Before my mind can catch up to my mouth, I say,"It's not even Aubrey's."

Her jaw clenches. "Really Harry? You really think I wouldn't recognize my ex-best friend's number? Not only did you get her number, you fucking lied about it!" She screams. She's right, fuck, she's damn right. We just got back to normal, literally, like fifteen minutes ago.

"Claire, I-," before I can finish, she's out the door, letting the strip of paper fall to the ground.

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Claire's POV~

Hot, angry tears fall from my face as I turn the key to my room. I slam it behind me, throwing myself onto my bed. I bury my face in my hands, full on sobbing now. Honestly, what did I expect? I practically brought this on myself. I left Harry with a girl who wouldn't speak to him, kiss him, even look at him. I don't blame him for resorting to Aubrey.

What the hell? Of course I do! He knows how much I despise her, how much I thought he despised her! Not to mention he tried to lie about it! I pick a pillow up from my bed and throw it to the ground, getting no satisfaction.

I hate that I let myself jump back into my regular relationship with Harry so quickly, when I don't even know if that's what he wanted. If it's true, he sure had me fooled.

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Harry's POV~

I make my way towards the boys who are all laughing together at a table. I take a seat next to Niall and am surprised to see Zayn, which makes me feel worse. Louis must notice my expression when he asks,"Hey lad, you alright?" I look up at him and sigh. "Now wouldn't be the time to talk about it." Louis's head tilts, as if asking me to explain. I glance at Zayn who's staring at me. Dammit, who gives a bloody fuck.

"Actually, now is a great time. Your fucking girlfriend slipped her phone number in my pants and now my relationship with Claire is probably fucked," I say pointing at Zayn, adrenalin rushing through my body as we both stand up from opposite sides of the table. "You're really going there again, Harry?" He asks through gritted teeth.

Liam tries to get Zayn to sit back down, but there's no luck. His glare is set dead on me, and that only fuels to my fire. "Oh come on, mate. She's fucking into me and you know it! Everyone knows it, and thanks to her, Claire hates my fucking guts," I say, watching as Zayn's eyes narrow and his breathing speeds.

"What? Don't believe me? Want me to show you the paper? Do we need to compare handwriting?" When the words leave my lips, Zayn leaps over the table pushing me to the ground. One blow to the jaw. Shit, he's strong.

All heads in the dining hall turn to us. I refuse to let him leave with the last punch this time. I connect my fist with his jaw, then pushing him off of me. A cashier runs over then, pulling Zayn up. "Both of you! Out! Before I call security!" I put my hand to my jaw, ouch.

I leave the building, with one last Glare at Zayn. He needs to understand. As much as he's being a little bitch, he is one of my closest friends, and I want him to understand that Aubrey isn't who he thinks she is. I care about him and he's a nice guy. He deserves someone better.

Something about the way he looked at me from across the table was different than last time. There was definitely anger there, but he also looked hurt. Hurt because maybe he does know, and he just doesn't want to accept it. Either way, something has to be done about this Aubrey shit, and I don't care if I have to deal with is myself.