Opposites.

Chapter 52.

Niall went home the next morning. I had to explain to him everything that happened, at first he was surprised that I went after her but then he thanked me for getting her out. He's still pretty heartbroken, so I'm going to have to find someone for him to get his mind off of Nikki. Her name even angers me.

"Babe, did you hear me?" Harry ask snapping me out of my thoughts. We are currently sitting on the couch, my feet over Harry's lap.

"What?" I ask feeling my cheeks heat up.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked setting his phone down.

"Niall, we should set him up with someone, help him get over Nikki." I told Harry trying to think off who.

"That's a good idea love. Who?" He asks me and I shrug.

"I don't have friends outside your little group." I laugh.

"Whatever, you used to run the school." He laughs and I roll my eyes.

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did, Miss goody goody." Harry teases and I hit his arm playfully. "Oh yeah, you're little Miss Badass now." He winks and I smile.

"Oh how about Mia?" I ask jumping up slightly.

"Um yeah! She would be good. Ill call her." He smiles and gets up really fast, almost knocking me over.

"Calm down killer." I tease and Harry tenses up. "Harry I didn't-"

"Just stop. I know." He mumbles and grabs his phone walking out of the flat, to go call Mia.

I didn't think he would get angry over that. I was just messing with him, come on Delilah, you need to think. Is he angry with me or upset? I let out a loud groan and stand up, heading towards the kitchen. I'm wearing Harry's boxers and his shirt with my hair in a pony tail. I pour me a glass of milk and lean against the counter taking a sip. It's 5 o'clock on the dot, maybe I should make dinner. Ill make Spaghetti, yeah that sounds good. It doesn't take long for me to make spaghetti, and garlic bread. I set the small table Harry has and wait for him to return. After twenty minutes I walk outside the apartment and look for Harry, I can't see him along with his car. I walk back inside and pick up my phone dialing Harry's number. It rings then goes straight to voice mail, great he's ignoring my calls. I throw away the food I prepared and clean up the kitchen before walking into the room. Today was great, it was our lazy day. Then I accidentally said 'killer' and he leaves, just leaves. I lay down in Harry's huge bed and wrap myself in the white blanket, sending Harry a quick text before going to sleep.

To: Harry Styles

Where are you? I'm sorry. Come home. I'm going to bed, love you Harry.

-Del xx

-Later that night-

I wake up to the front door slamming loudly. I jump as I hear glass shattering. I throw the covers and jump out of bed, fast walking into the living room. I look at the small clock in the hallway, it's 3:47 AM. I walk and see Harry stumbling out of the kitchen with a bottle in his hand.

"Harry!" I yell as he knocks one of the pictures on the wall down. He slides on the floor and takes another swing of his drink. I rush over to him and squat down beside him.

"I regret it Delilah. I think about it every fucking night!" Harry yelled running his hands through his curls.

"Shh, come on." I tried to sooth him pulling him up, him doing most of they work, I got him to stand up. We walked into the living room and he sat down. I looked at his face, his eyes puffy and red, with a cut above his eyebrow.