Him vs Her

Chapter 47

A/n: It's been a while :P Skylar at the top y'all. Enjoy xDD I will try to update more frequently (: 

I walked out of his house, stomping my feet and sighing dramatically. I heard the door open and close, please don't be Harry. I turned around only to find Harry damned Styles.

"Get in the car." Harry said quietly.

"Don't talk to me." I said, putting my fingers in my ears. Harry removed my fingers from my ears and sighed. 

"That sounded rude, please get in the car so I can give you a ride and you don't freeze to death, how's that?" I'm so pissed at him right now. He better not look at me, he better not talk to me, he better not breathe next to me.

"Fine, thanks." I mumbled. He opened the car door for me. I glared at him and got in the car. A word was not uttered in the car. When we arrived, I got out of the car and thanked him again. He got out of the car, of course and followed me inside.

As soon as I arrived home, I went straight up to my room with Harry following behind me. I honestly don't have the energy to argue.

"Are you okay? What are you doing?" Harry asked suddenly concerned. I think the better question would be what the hell he's doing in here.

"Running away from you, that didn't work." I said crossing my arms over my chest and turning away from him, looking at the wall, I told him to leave but he didn't listen and he syas I'm the stubborn one.

"I'm sorry okay? But he just pisses me off so badly and I just can't think straight." Harry said, getting up from the bed, standing directly behind me. "I love you Skylar" He whispered slowly in my ear as he put his hands on my shoulders, massaging my neck. UGH...resist him, resist him, resist him. He kissed my hair and turned me around slowly. "I'm sorry Skai, and I love you so much." He said looking directly in my eyes, he sounded genuinely honest.

I smiled and replied.

"Maybe so, but I love you more." I teased, sticking my tongue out.

"Whatever." He replied with a cheeky grin, clearly not agreeing but happy that I forgave him.

"By the way, you know how my dad...um," Harry said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Cannot stand me? Hates me? Or all of the above?"

"Yeah...ugh he heard us yelling and thought we were fighting about him so he invited you over for dinner to apologize." He said, running his hands through his hair clearly nervous.

"Uh...Harry I don't know about this..." I said uneasily. If I don't trust Mr.Styles, it's like I don't trust Harry since he's his father. Maybe I should give him a second chance.

"Just give him a chance, please? For me?" Harry begged.

"Okay fine, but if he goes out of line I won't hesitate to say what I have to say." Harry laughed and nodded. "So what are you going to wear?" I asked him.

"Either a black shirt or a white one." Harry shrugged.

"So much to choose from. I just can't pick!" I said sarcastically.

"Oh stop it, just pick one."

"Hmm black shirt – no wait, never mind. Wear the white one because that's see through and you can totally see your abs and those tattoos, holy shit. Oh wait, if I find that attractive so will every other horny, teenage girl that sees you, wear the black one." I bluntly replied.

"Wow that was very honest." Harry said blushing a bit at the words.

"Honesty is the best policy, right?" I said, both embarrassed but proud I had spoken my mind.