Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7

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Harry's P.O.V 

I have trouble written all over me? She has got to be kidding me right now. I was pissed and I felt this sting of emotion that made me happy inside my heart, I liked how she always said what she felt. Feisty.  

"I have trouble written all over me?" 

I furrowed my brows and repeated the same damn question. Is she crazy to be actually saying that to me? It was funny how she kept rubbing the back of her hand over her lips. It was a deal, I knew she'd kiss me back and she did, but then she has the guts to say that I was the one who had trouble written all over me? I was trouble? I can't think straight when she's around. 

Rebecca gulps and confusion fills her face again, "Don't walk into that restaurant, ever again." 

She didn't even mean a single word she said; her voice was shaky and not rigid. She was trying to fill her head up with all positive things, making herself believe that she was capable enough to stay away from me.  

I shake my head and let out a laugh, "That's crazy. You just cheated on your boyfriend." 

I saw her eyes getting teary and she takes a huge breathe, "I know, I know. Would you mind not rubbing this in my face?" 

I shrug, digging my hands in my pocket, "You cannot tell me what to do." 

"Excuse me?", she seemed jolted. 

I take a step forward, "I will walk into that restaurant if I want to. You cannot tell me what to do.", I repeat my words making her roll her nose. 

"Harry, you..." 

Rebecca stopped talking and took her vibrating phone out of her pocket; she gave me a glare and looked back at the phone, "I'll finish with you later." 

I roll my eyes, holding back a laugh, "Why? Is that your boyfriend calling you?" 

She seems unsure but I see her nodding her head.  

"Are you going to tell him that you kissed someone else?", I smirk. 

Rebecca closed her eyes and shook her head. This was getting better and better. I know that I might have slightly pushed her to do it, but she agreed. She thought she was strong enough to hold back that urge to kiss me. Oh come on, no one would be able to hold back that urge, have you seen me? I'm fucking fabulous. I smirk to myself. 

"Just shut up. I don't want to ever see you again." 

That's not even a favour, it's like she is ordering me to never show my ass back at her restaurant, I like how she is confident, thinking she got something on me. 

"The phone is still ringing, Rebecca. I would love to hear what you're going to tell him. You know, about us?", I teased her, making her cringe at every word. 

She looked disgusted and the next thing I know the phone stopped ringing. She threw her hands in the air, "Is that what you needed? Are you happy now?"