THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR

An entire week passes peacefully, without any drama after the one that was caused by none other than fucking Josh. I happily get into the car with Zayn as we start our journey towards Harry's house to get some nice clothes for him to wear.

Today's he'll get discharged after the two long, tiring weeks and he had made it very obvious that he wants fresh, new clothes. A special request was made to me to choose the best clothes in the wardrobe.

"You're not coming in?" I ask Zayn as he hands me the keys of the house and he gives a look before shrugging as he takes the phone out of his pocket.

"I gotta make some calls. Y'know, for Harry's welcome party and all." Zayn says, his eyes not leaving the screen of the phone as he types something.

"Uh.. well, I'll be out in fifteen minutes." I tell him but Zayn pays no attention, he's busy smiling down at his phone.

With the roll of my eyes, I get out of the car and slam the door shut, loud enough to make Zayn jump in his seat. His eyes finally leaving the beloved phone and landing on me. I pay no attention to the murderous stare though instead, I just turn around and walk towards the front door, unlocking it.

Ha, take that fucking sexy pants. I think, chuckling to myself.

I let the door stay open in case Zayn changes his mind and decides to come inside rather than sitting in the car of his.

Quickly make my way towards the room which Harry shares with me and open the closet full of his clothes. As I rummage through the shirts, I realize that half of them still have a price tag attached to them and haven't been used. His closet smells like some branded store full of expensive shit, to be very honest.

After what feels like an hour, I finally choose a dark navy blue shirt with hearts on it. Then I move towards the pants and take out the black skinny jeans. I imagine Harry in the chosen clothes and come to the conclusion that he'll look cute in it. Next I move towards the dressing table and pick up Harry's signature cologne, the smell I've grown quite familiar with.

I place the clothes and the bottle of cologne on the bed and then open the the closet next to Harry's, which is full of feminine clothes. It doesn't take too long for me to choose a dress for myself, it's a knee length white one which is backless and have full sleeves of net. Simple and classy.

With my hands full of clothes I get back to the car and find Zayn talking to someone on the phone, leaning against the bonnet of the car. When his eyes land on me, his smile vanishes and he says something into the phone before putting it back into his front pocket, standing up straight.

"Zayn, can you please go and lock the door for me?" I ask him nicely when I'm only few feet away from his figure.

"Why can't you do it yourself?" Zayn questions, raising his eye brows at me as I struggle to keep the bottle of cologne in my hand from falling.

"Because I have only two hand and they're fucking full?" I snap at him, causing Zayn to roll his eyes as he snatches the keys from my hand, almost making me drop Harry's shirt.

Zayn grumbles something as he passes by me, stomping his feet like an eight years old and I just walk towards the car and neatly place the clothes in the back seats, making sure that they do not get wrinkles. Once done, I slam the door shut and get into the passenger seat, thinking of what will be come next in this dramatic life mine.

Josh's words from that they haunt my memory again and I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath.

This is far from over.

Everything is going as planned.

The two sentences are stuck in my mind ever since that day and unlike the bruise he gave me has disappeared from my face, the words of his haven't though I've tried so hard to not let them affect me.