"He's just a friend Harry!" I yelled. "Oh really?! Does just a 'friend' hold hands with you in public?!" He yelled emphasizing 'friend'. "You tell me." I muttered under my breath. "Excuse me?" He looked at me with anger in his face. "You always flirt with all of them girls but you don't see me saying stuff about it!" I spat. There was an awkward silence. "Get out." He demanded. "W-what?" "Get out!" He shouted. "Fine. Goodbye Harry." I grabbed my things and sprinted towards the door. "Kayla wait. I'm sorry!" "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Is that like your catchphrase Styles? Pathetic." I ran to my car. Harry was close behind. He grabbed my waist and spun me to look at him. "I truly am sorry." He said with guilt in his eyes. I sighed. "I am too." "I overreacted." "I just get a little jealous sometimes." I mumbled. He chuckled. "How do you think i feel when everywhere we go guys stare at you?" I laughed. "Well they should know that i'm yours." I winked. He grinned. "I love you babe." "I love you too". We passionately kissed.
