Fate [a Harry Styles fanfic]

Chapter 27

Harry's POV

"I missed you."

Amy's mouth wraps around me, her heavy perfume irradiating and inflaming my nostrils. I never liked her perfume. But she gives out for a good fuck so that's just a detail.

It has been a week since the last time Melissa has talked to me, or more like slapped me.

I haven't seen her all week, nor in the office nor on our building. I see fucking Niall leaving her office more times than my patience can bear but this week has passed without a glimpse of her. Maybe you have really pissed her off this time, Harry. Congrats. My mind wonders once again about going downstairs, just knock on her door and make her mine. Meanwhile, Amy crawls onto my lap, moaning crazily as always.

After a few minutes she comes for the third time, her skinny body shaking over mine. "Someone is inspired today." She goes for the fourth, but I drop her on my side.

"Another joke and you'll have to find somebody else to fuck you like this, which I must say it's impossible." I groan. For me, Amy was never anything but pleasure. We're not even friends. She just happens to distract me when my mind drifts for darker paths.

"I should move in, you know for convenience."

"Keep on dreaming." That and hang myself.

"I don't know why you keep denying the obvious." Amy pauses searching for gaze. "From all the girls I'm the only one that you keeping coming for more. That has to mean something."

Let's cut the fantisies. "You're the one who keeps coming back. You're the one who's lonely."

"Oh you're sure you want to talk about loneliness? Because I'm pretty sure I'm not the one who everybody hates." Amy smirks which shouldn't piss me off but it does.

"Party is over. Get out."

"Hurts like a bitch huh? The truth?"

The thing about Amy is that she can control her rage. She manages to brush off and put everything that hurts her behind her back. Myself, not so much. At least now I'm a bit better, but I never was one who would listen and shut up.

"Tomorrow don't mind calling."

"Oh, you have plans? Who's the lucky poor girl?" She gives a shrill laugh.

"Zayn. Now go."

"Oh I didn't know you guys were a thing? Cute." She bows down to give me a kiss but I turn away making her shift unconfortable.

I hear a knock on the door.

"I'll open, I'm leaving."

Amy leaves the room and I put on my jeans. I'm not expecting anyone so I bet is my mother who surely remember that she actually has another son.

"What are you doing here?" Amy's voice startles me.

It's not my mother so not a clue who might be.

I grab my t-shirt and walk to te kitchen. My jaw drops to the ground when I see Melissa's face. Her face is a mix of horror and disappointment.

"I live here too." She tells Amy.

"Melissa..." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Clearly bad timing. Well, have the rest of a good night the two of you."

Her eyes turn to me and then she turns around and leaves. I chase after her and Amy pulls my arm. "Where are you going?"

"Shut up and get out off here."