Precious // h.s

twenty three

Evelyn~

We've been at the mall for two hours and I've successfully got a few things and all Harry has been doing is stare at every girl with perky boobs or a nice ass that walks by. I tug on his hand.

"Harry, stop staring at people." I practically whine.

"I'm a guy, it's hard for me to not look at females!" He retorts.

"Don't use that poor excuse." I hiss. "You don't see me checking guys out."

Another girl in more revealing clothes walks past and Harry's all eyes on her. I scoff and shake my head, grabbing my bags from his hands, walking away from him to another store.

"Evelyn, baby. Stop, slow down." Harry catches up with me, but I ignore him.

He's never stared at girls in public, or I don't think because he always has his sunglasses on when we're out. I go into one last store and it's Hollister for this dress I've wanted and saw online.

I walk in and there are a lot of guys working. Ha, payback is a bitch, Styles. I grab the dress in a medium because that's my size and I don't even have to try it on. I know it fits and then I go to pay for my item.

I'm glad that a tall and tan boy is ringing me up. It would be easier. He makes conversation with me first, so I don't even have to say anything to him. Harry's standing on the side of me.

The boys practically leans his elbow on the counter, "what is the chance of a girl like you, rolling with me?" He asks.

That immediately sparks Harry's attention and he comes closer to us, giving the cashier a cold and hard stare. Harry protectively wraps his arm around my waist.

"Depends on how well you cook." I reply, shrugging, but obviously joking.

"Okay, enough of you fucking flirting with my girlfriend." Harry cuts in.

"He's just being friendly." I say in a sarcastic voice to Harry.

He leans down into my ear, "don't push me." He tells me with gritted teeth.

I pay for my items and then grab the bag. He actually wrote his number in the receipt and I didn't expect him to. Time to go back to Harry's house now and Harry snatches some bags from me.

He walks quickly to where his car is, keeping his eyes ahead and not on any girls at all. Wow, that really did work. Harry's jealous! I don't know why, but I'm happy that he is.

I throw my bags into the back and get into the passenger seat. He didn't even bother opening the door for me. I buckle in and it happens to be dead silent inside of the car. No radio or any music.

"I was just joking with him." I tell Harry and he uses one hand to drive, gripping the steering wheel.

"You were still talking to him flirtatiously. I wasn't doing that with anyone!" He retorts, slightly raising his voice.

"At least I wasn't shoving my eyes down something you didn't want me to see." I narrow my eyes at Harry.

I try to connect my phone in Harry's car so I can play music.

"Don't touch my car shit." He snaps and I gape at him in disbelief.

"Then stop the fucking car so I can get out?"

"No."

"No, do it. I'll find my own way back."

"Stop, you're overreacting."

"I'm overreacting?" I put my hand on my chest and unlock the door, while he's still driving.

"Fuck, no, stop, babe." Harry grabs my arm. "That's not funny."

"You're being rude for no reason." I say.

"I don't want you to get hurt. Do not open that door." He continues to hold my arm.

Harry locks the car door again, still not letting me go. I stay silent the entire car ride. I walk into his house, not saying a word and then go into the living room, to open my things. I toss the receipts to the side as I count and stack all of my clothing pieces I bought today.

"What the fuck?" Harry roars as he sees the guys number on the Hollister receipt. "What part of 'enough flirting with my girlfriend' does he not understand?"

"Well, you were kind of being an ass, so." I purse my lips to the side.

Anger flares in Harry's eyes as I swear. Didn't he say I could swear before? Now he's the overprotective and demanding boyfriend and that's not the Harry I fell in love with. The one I fell in love with us this witty and stupid boy.

I continue to talk, "and I didn't like you staring at them girls because what if they caught you and started flirting with you? You're good looking and rich and I'm me. I didn't want competition."

"I wasn't worried you'd chose him over me. I am better looking than him." Harry cockily states.

"You're annoying." I remark.

"Hey, you don't have to worry about competition or anything like that. You're beautiful, sexy, and you have my heart." He emphasises.

How can we go from fighting to loving in 2 seconds. I motion him to lean down so I could whisper something in his ear, but instead, I kiss his cheek. He stands up, grinning down at me.

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