Stuck [Harry Styles]

Three

I smiled as soon as I saw her confused and angry face. "Amanda, babe!" I backed away from Ramona and walked to my girlfriend, who I assumed hated my guts after what she saw.  I acted like everything was okay, I needed her as the photographer for Gemma.

"What just happened?" Amanda asked.

"Nothing-" Ramona said to her, but she cut her off.

"Really? Because I'm not stupid." I sighed. 

I looked back at Ramona and she was embarrassed. I was the reason and I felt sorry. I was about to say something, but she cut me off by excusing herself and walking out.

"Ramona," I said walking after her, but Amanda stopped me before walking out.

"Harry, you're running after her?! I'm the one who you're supposed to run after, not her!"

"Look Amanda," I closed the door shut and I hope Ramona didn't leave the house. I took her face in my hands and sighed again. "Nothing happened between her and I."

"Yeah, because I stopped you both before anything could happen."

"And, nothing is..." I trailed off. Should I tell her everything? Or should I just shut up and say a lie? 

"What? Nothing is what, Harry?" She rolled her eyes and backed away.

"Amanda, we are not that serious."

"Who, us? Are you kidding me?!" Shit, I just got her angry. That was not a good sign.

"Yes. I mean you are taking things fast and I-"

"Yeah right, I was the one who threw myself at you. I was the one who got you in my bed."

"That's not what I meant. Why are you taking everything between us seriously? I mean we just started dating a month or few weeks ago." She chuckled and it wasn't a happy chuckle at all.

"So, I was one of your victims. Sleep with me, have fun then leave?"

"No," I shook my head and sighed for the third time, I guess.

"You know what? It's over. I call it off before you do." She turned around and opened the door. Before she could walk out, she turned around to face me one last time. "And, tell your sister I'm sorry. I'm not going to be her photographer."

My eyes got wide, "Wait!" It was too late, she already slammed the door. This time she got her wish, I ran after her.

She stormed out to the living room, grabbed her bag and walked as quick as she could to the door. Everyone's eyes were on us, especially me. They knew I was the reason for all of this.

I caught her wrist as she opened the door. "Just wait! Hear me out."

"What?" She turned around.

"Are you really quitting because of me? I thought photography was important to you and it's your job."

"Uh, it is. But when you have to face an asshole for a very long time, then no thank you."

"Oh, so now I'm an asshole." She nodded with a smirk. "Look who's saying that, the one who was screaming my name last night." This time, I smirked.

She put her middle finger up in the air, towards my face and slammed the door shut after she left the house. 

I was officially dead, Gemma was going to kill me. I groaned as I walked back to them, in the living toom. They all sat down on the couch and I was surprised to find Ramona and Alex still there. I thought she was going to leave after what happened.