Amor [Harry Styles A.U]

TEN

:C H A P T E R T E N:

"I see no trash, nowhere," Harry says coldly while jerking my quilt, "you lied."

"What the hell, Harry?" I sit up straight right after he did that. "What is the matter with you?"

I definitely don't appreciate his outrage so early in the morning, with no apparent reason to begin with.

"You did not get yourself dinner last night," he stops dead in his track, right before a sleepy me.

"I was too tired last night, and you knew that." I furrow my eyebrows, trying to keep myself cold headed. "There is nothing we can do anyways, what's done is done. Please, will you just stop ruining my morning."

He stays silent, but I can see his nostrils fuming with anger. I really don't get him.

"If you will excuse me, I'd like to take a shower." I get up from my bed and grab my stuff and scurry to the bathroom.

That is another plus to these dorms, I'm very much delighted by the indoor bathrooms. Not needing to share a bathroom and pack then unpack your products every single time you shower make me so happy.

***

"Thought you would be gone by now," I say as I throw my dirty clothes into the hamper.

"No, we're going to get breakfast."

I say nothing, but I can't help but smile at his remark. It is nothing special, he's just taking me out for breakfast, but it's Harry we're talking about. This isn't something everyone can afford hence his mood swings.

I blow dry my hair seeing Harry is waiting and I sure as hell don't want to get on his bad side twice this morning. I do pretty much all my routines relatively quick, after I'm done I turn my head and look for my new roommate Jo but she's nowhere to be seen.

"Let's go," I tap Harry's shoulder.

He gets up but says nothing, he walks out first clearly commanding me to follow him out. I lock the door behind me and rush towards Harry that is ready to step in to the lift.

"How'd you get the room key anyway?" I ask, looking up at him.

"Spare keys."

"You asked for them?" I pushed.

"How else could it be?" He snaps.

What a terrible mood to have so early in the morning.

"Where are we eating?" I ask,  trying to lighten up the mood.

"Somewhere around here." He answers while looking down at his wristwatch.

"Should you be somewhere else?" I ask curiously.

"None of your business." He snaps, again, that makes it twice.

I only have been with him for barely an hour and he has already spat at me twice, if we're going to spend the rest of the day together, I might as well bring a tally counter.

He opens the passenger door for me then he walks to his side of the car.

"Why were you mad at me earlier for not having a dinner?"