The Brightest Dark (Harry Styles) BOOK 1

Chapter 25

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean that," I look up to see Harry wide eyed.

What a sneaky bastard, he did this on purpose. He grabs napkins and tries to help me. I push his hand away angrily.

"I'm fine, thanks," I say through my teeth.

"I have a shirt if you need it," Harry's eyebrows lift.

"I...uh, fine," I roll my eyes.

I can't go back to my dorm in time and I know for sure Harry brought an extra shirt on purpose. I don't want to talk to him so I'll just take the shirt and leave.

"Are you okay?" Colton asks.

How many times have I heard that in the past few days? If I hear that one more time, I think I might just explode in the next person's face.

"Ya, I'm fine," I lie.

"Come on, I have one in my car," Harry grabs my hand, pulling me away.

"I'll see you tomorrow! Email me!" I yell to Colton.

I can see him nod, totally confused. I hate Harry, I should have I known he would do this. He doesn't let go of my hand as he drags me to is car.

"I hate you," I spit.

"I was doing you a favor," he doesn't sound happy either.

"What? How? By spilling coffee on me and ruining my coffee date with Colton?" I frown.

"Colton?" He scoffs.

"Yes, that's his name," I say.

"He's a fucking rapist, that's what he is," we stop by his trunk.

"No he isn't," I doubt.

"Ya well of course you don't know. You're too damn caught up by his looks!" He pulls out a black and white stripped shirt.

"And why should I believe you?" He hands me the shirt, "this is too fucking big Harry."

"Because I searched up his name and there was website where he was listed as a rapist and his picture was there," he grabs the shirt and pulls it over my head.

"Just wear it as a dress or something," he adds.

"I have to take off my wet shirt first, stupid," I take off his shirt.

"Can you focus on the fact that this guy just wants to get into your nickers!" He yells.

"Oh, now you have something in common with him," I roll my eyes.

"That's not true, I care for you and you know that," he covers me as I take off my wet top and wear his.

It still smells like him, mint and a Hollister model. Still my favorite scent. I turn to im and he grabs the hem of the shirt to adjust it.

"That totally makes sense," I say.

"Really?" His voice sounds of relief.

"Nope, it's called sarcasm, read about it," I begin to walk away.

Harry locks his car and speeds after me.

"You really still want to be with this guy?" He asks annoyed.

"Yup, because you're making this up," I shake my head.

"No, I'm not! I swear! Look it up yourself. He's raped 3 girls already!" He almost shouts.

"Then why isn't he in jail, Harry?" I stop in my tracks.

"I don't know?" He frowns.

"Exactly," I keep walking.