The Darcy Project

**Chapter Nine**

A movie and a popcorn fight later, Harry and myself walked out of the mini theater and threw the empty containers away. I stretched out a bit and looked at Harry, who was grinning like the joker at me.

"What is it?" I raised a brow.

Harry chuckled and walked over to the pool table, "Up for a little game?"

Who was I to pass up a game of pool with Harry Styles? I walked over to the pool stick rack Thingy and grabbed one of the pool stick thingies. Harry got one as well, his own seemed to be different from the others. It was black with a white handle. All the rest were normal and a brownish-white color. Harry set up the balls in the triangle Thingy and set the balls up. He took a step back and made a gesture.

"Ladies first," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and leaned forward, lining up the shot on the pool table. I took the shot and failed horribly, not even sending the balls away. I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment.

Harry looked at me with a confused yet playful look, "You don't know how to play?"

I shook my head, looking down at the stick Thingy in my hands. Harry chuckled and came up behind me.

"I guess I should teach you then," he said with a smile visible in his voice. He did that goddamn romantic move by getting behind me and lining my hands up for the shot, his hands gently holding mine.

I looked over my shoulder at him, "Now what?"

He looked at me and whispered, "You shoot."

Harry helped to shoot the stick Thingy into the pool balls. And the balls finally shot out and around the pool table. I laughed with excitement and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him. I almost regretted doing that, for I probably looked like an over reactive fangirl, but Harry pulled me tighter into the hug.

I pulled away from him with red cheeks and smiled, "Thank you, Harry."

He shrugged a bit, "It wasn't any problem, more like a pleasure."

I was lining up for the next shot when Harry pulled his phone out. I glanced at him quickly before taking the shot , barely getting the ball into the hole. Harry was staring at his phone, scrolling through it quickly before pressing a button and moving onto a new screen. It seemed as if he were moving in a rush or trying to get something done.

I put the stick onto the pool table and walked over to him, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just have to make a call," he smiled at me and dialed a number.

Harry took a step away from me, heading into the privacy of the movie room. But before he closed the door, I could hear the first thing he said. What he said scared me, but how he said it scared me even more.

"We have a problem."