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|Chapter 17|

Fran's POV

"H-Harry" I stuttered, as I slightly nudged his shoulder to get his attention.

"Hmm?" He hummed looking up to meet my gaze.

I mouthed 'amber' and Harry tilted his head in confusion, until he sees her from across the room.

Then it clicked.

"Oh" his eyes widened.

I went to stand up but stumbled when I noticed Amber coming over to where we were sitting.

"Shit" Harry muttered, gripping my hips to keep me from falling.

"Hey guys!" Amber fake smiled, looking us up and down.

When she noticed Harrys grip around my waist, her smile grew.

"Isn't it funny how things turn out" she laughed lightly, taking a sip of her beer. "You.. Actually turning out to be a back stabbing bitch, taking my boyfriend from me"

"It's not like that" I shook my head, the room now spinning.

She raised her hands in defense, "Don't worry, I'm not mad.. I know all about how you pursued him, I'm not stupid Fran" she said shaking her head in disgust.

"What?" I asked astounded.

"I know all about you, little miss innocent" her eyes lowered, "I'm going to make your life a living hell"

That was when Harry stepped in between us and shielded me away from her.

"Hey, listen" he snapped, glaring down at his ex-girlfriend, "it's not my fault you turned out to be a whore... Now leave us alone before I tell everyone how much of a slut you really are"

She growled, and looked at my frightened gaze, 'I will ruin you' she mouthed before walking off smirking.

"It's okay Harry" I calmed him when I noticed he was about to go after her.

"Are you okay?" Harry turned towards me, looking down in concern.

"It's fine" I gulped.

Was I okay? Amber had been so nice to me when I first arrived here in England.

You did steal her boyfriend.

No. They had already broken up.

Ex boyfriends are off limits.

But it's Harry Styles, I groaned internally.

Doesn't matter, you are just as responsible.

I was losing the internal battle with myself. Was I really the reason of Harry and Amber splitting?

No. Amber cheated.

I shook my head ridding myself of the thoughts. I was not responsible for their breakup, Harry likes me and I like Harry. Is that such a crime? The guilt was slowly creeping up again.

"Want to get out of here" Harry asked taking my hand in his.

I nodded without saying a word.

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