Chapter 11 ~ Stuck

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Carrie's POV

          I feel like I'm being tortured. Anyone would be tortured if they had to stay in a room with Harry for what feels like forever! Louis said we couldn't go anywhere unless told so, so we're stuck here in this damn room.

I looked over at Harry and I couldn't control my anger. "You know this is your fault, right?"

He snapped his head towards me and I could tell he was getting angry. "My fault?! You're making it even worse!"

I sprang up from the chair I was sitting in. "How am I making it worse?!"

"You won't talk to me!" Harry yelled getting up.

"Why would I talk to you?" I snapped crossing my arms over my chest.

Harry scoffed. "Why are you being such a bitch all of a sudden?"

My jaw dropped, my eyes widened, and I dropped my hands to my sides. "I am not a bitch, you dick!"

Harry clenched his fist as he walked closer to me. His face was full with anger, his eyes were now a dark green.

"I wouldn't piss me off if I were you." He growled.

"Why?"

"Last person who tried to piss me off, got their skull bashed in."

My face softened. I started to get a little scared. He was pissing me off too! How couldn't I say anything?! I looked down a little and bit my lip.

"Damn it, stop doing that!" Harry yelled walking away from me.

My head shot up. "What?"

"You, biting your lip! It makes me go insane!"

I gave him a puzzled look. "W-what?"

I don't know if it annoys him or he likes it. I can't help it! It's a nervous habit I have! Why does he get so angry about everything? I feel like he hates me or something. I don't know why I don't hate him. Harry then looked over at me and walked towards me. He looked down as he took a hold of my waist.

"W-what is it?" I asked nervously.

"You have a small waist." He simply stated.

"Is that bad?"

"No, it's just... small." He said hugging my waist.

How did he all of a sudden change from angry to talking about how tiny my waist is? Wow, bipolar much? Harry then suddenly looked up and our noses were touching.

"Harry..." I whispered.

Harry sighed. "I didn't mean to scare you."

My body stiffened a bit. Shit, he noticed. I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. We're just kind of standing there, and I don't know if he wants me to hug him or kiss him. Does he want to kiss me? I placed my hands on his shoulders and now one of his hands were on my upper back, so I'd be closer. Do it, Carrie!

Suddenly, Harry's phone started to ring. You've got to be kidding me. We separated and he went and got it.

"What?" He answered.

"Louis, what do you want?" Damn it, Louis.

"Alright." He then hung up.

I saw that he clenched his fist. "What is it?"

"My father."

~PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!!! They're going to kiss in other chapters don't worry ;) Also, I made a new Louis story so please check that out!~

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