Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 16

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I stare at him and all my emotions come to life; I cannot really tell what I'm feeling. His eyes are a lighter shade of green and his clenched jaw is only making me choke. I gulp and keep my gaze fixed to him, I want him to get better, I'm hoping he will be calm and we will be able to talk. I have so many things that I could ask him, about last night.  

Harry sighs and runs his hand through his hair, "What is it Rebecca?" 

I literally throw the tray back on the table and grab him by the wrist, Harry has that smirk on his face which was missing tonight, I try not to over think it and I make him follow me out to our usual corner. I pull him by his hand and make him stand in front of me, he folds his hands in front of his huge chest, "Feisty, it's such a turn on." 

I point at him and gulp, "This...where were you hiding your real self today, Harry?" 

Harry's face fell again and he rolls his eyes, "I don't have time for this, Rebecca." 

"Sure you don't.", I state sarcastically, "I made a stupid decision and I got drunk last night, I know.", I add. 

Harry is trying to hide away his face, not wanting to look at me with those beautiful eyes, "I remember the night in bits and pieces.", I continue.

"How am I supposed to fucking help you with that?", he is so good at it and it's just pissing me off more.  

I let out a soft chuckle, trying to suppress the anger building up inside of me, "I heard I left with you." 

Harry's eyes locked with mine again and he licks his lips, "And...I left you home.", he says, looking away again. 

I take a step towards him, covering the huge empty space between us, "I remember crying." 

"You did not.", he has the audacity to lie to my face. 

I don't know how to talk about last night anymore; I don't know what all the questions were that I was supposed to ask him. Everything is lost in the back of my mind and I can't help but just stare at him. 

"I have all my friends waiting for me, Rebecca.", he's been using my name a lot today. 

Harry turns around and starts to leave while I blink over and over again wondering if this was really happening, if he was really this stupid and if he really had that something in him which made me so fucking angry. 

"Harry!", I call out for him and he stops to look at me again. 

If he won't talk to me I won't know what all I babbled out last night to him, and why exactly was he so mad at me.  

Why is he so selfish? The voice inside me even more pissed than I am. But when I think of it, she's right. He is so self obsessed; he always needs to make things about himself and his stupid little shitty attitude. God dammit! 

"Why the heck are you so different today?", I finally ask him what I really wanted to, I'm so not used to this Harry. 

Harry chuckles, "You like it when I flirt with you, don't you?"