She's so Mean(A Harry Styles fanfic)

Riddles In Harry (chapter 19)

The movie had started no less than 10 minutes ago, and I already wanted it to be over. The movie wasn't the problem either. Where I was sitting bugged me. Quite a lot actually.

I was squashed inbetween Perrie and Harry. Zayn, of coarse was on the oppisite side of Perrie. Each time he would pull Perrie closer, his hand would brush past my arm, and I had a feeling he was doing it on purpose. Perrie had her nose stuck up in the air. I had a feeling if she weren't so jealous, we would be great friends.

If only she knew what her boyfriend and I were, and the stuff we were doing behind her back.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud at this.

Everyone turned to my attention. I just shook my head, and looked down.

Seconds later, I felt someone's hand slide into mine.

I looked up, shocked to see Harry looking unsure of himself. He almost pulled his hand back, but I grasped his hand tightly.

He smiled down at me.

This felt...nice, but I couldn't help but picture our short and disastorious past.

Harry was fiddling with my fingers, before I heard a short, low gasp escape his lips.

"Vicky..., did I- did i".

I nodded. He had been referring to the bruise on my wrist.

"I'm so sorry", he wept, tears threatening to fall.

"Harry".

"Yes Vicky?", Harry responded, massaging my wrist.

"Are you bi-polar?"

He looked up at me, a confused look plastered all over his face.

"What makes you say that?"

"It's just..urhh, your so nice one minute and then your super mean, angry and violent", I whispered, afraid I would anger him.

"Listen..Vicky, I've just had a bit of a rough month..well, year actually. Things just keep getting worse for me. When, when I met you at the club, I wanted to help you, and the night of the party, I didn't want you to drink. Your underage, and besides, drinking is bad, and Vicky, I can't lose you. I can't lose another person I care about. Not again...."

His mindless ramblings confused me. He cared about me? what did he mean not again?

Harry almost sounded...insane?

"I don't understand".

Harry went to respond, but the lights were flicked on, and the television was switched off, bringing his attention away from me.

Harry spoke in riddles. It made my head pound, and not in a good way.

"Who wants pizza?", Niall yelled enthusastically.

"I DO!", he yelled, answering his own question.

"I'll go order it", Harry mumbled, slipping away, letting my hand fall onto the sofa.

I sighed, before standing up, in search of the bathroom.

Lost in what seemed to be an endless maze, I gasped quite loudly when someone pushed me against a wall, and kissed me. I kissed them back, before pulling back. It was quick and sweet.

"Zayn".

"In the flesh", he said, winking at me.

I stood there frozen.

Did Zayn not love his girlfriend at all? If he was here kissing me while she was in his house, he musn't, must he?

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