The Love Game (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4

*Harry’s POV*

We spent the rest of the morning doing nothing. Jane was just quiet. Which was odd because when we first got to know her, she wouldn’t shut up.

“Jane are you ok?”

“Peachy.” She answers, not looking at me. She gets off the couch and grabs her bag.

“I’m going to go get coffee. You want anything?” she asks with a monotone.

“I’ll go with you…” I start

“No, it’s ok. So you don’t want anything?” I shake my head.

“Alright.” She walks out. I sat down on the couch, trying to figure out what was with her. She was hiding something. Either that or she’s bipolar. I pulled out my cellphone and called Marie.

“Harry?” her voice rang.

“Marie, why did you want me to play the game with Jane exactly?”

“Uhhh… no reason…”

“You sure?” I asked.

“Positive…”

“You don’t sound like it.”

“I don’t?” she stalled. She is STALLING. There is defiantly something up.

“Marie you have to tell me the truth.” She gave a heavy sigh.

“I’ll tell you when we get back. It’s a personal thing.”

“What’s a personal thing?” asks Niall in the distance of her phone.

“Girl stuff Niall.” She replied.

“But you’re talking to Harry.” I could her the leprechaun snicker.

“I’ll tell you later babe, ok?” she answers. I had to keep myself from clenching. I wasn’t completely over Marie. But I didn’t want to start any drama again.

“Ok Mari, I guess I’ll see you later?” I said once Marie and everyone else had gone to a full blown argument about something.

“Yea, of course. Lou! Put. Down. My. Boyfriend!” she said before she hung up.

“I’m back!” called out Jane, a smoothie in hand.

“I thought you went to get coffee?” I asked with a smirk.

“I wanted a smoothie instead.” She said, almost child-like. I gave a chuckle as she sat down next to me on the sofa. She grabs the remote off the coffee table and changed it to some American cartoon called ‘Adventure Time’. 

I looked over her completely for the first time since I first meet her. She has straight dirty blond hair. She had slight hint of freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes were light brown. And her lips where a soft pink. She had perfect curves. Caramel colored skin. When she laughed, a small hint of dimples. She was…

…Beautiful…

“Uhh Harry is there like, something on my face or what?” she asks. She was now staring at me.

“Uhh no, sorry, I was looking… at the… uh… picture on the wall over there.” I pointed at the photo of the band we took last month. It was when we did our promo for Red Nose day.

“Oh… Hey, I think I saw that on T.V. once.” She said, now looking at the photo.

“Yea, it’s all over the place now.” I say, relived that she bought it.

“The perks of stardom huh? Having your face plastered literally everywhere.” She laughed.

“Hey you wanted to sing right? That’s why you’re going to Uni here?” I asked.