Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 17

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Harry's P.O.V 

It takes everything in me to stop myself from going after her. The way she turned her head to the other side and walks away without even looking at me gets me to think what was it that I said wrong? 

I shake my head and pace back and forth there in the little corner; this is like our corner. She would drag me here to talk, if you don't find her in the restaurant; you can be sure that she's here. I make up a story in my head before I walk to my car and see everyone leaning against it but Luke. He's standing away from them; I sometimes wonder what is he really doing with us? But then it hit me.  

I walk to them and Zayn smirks, "Please tell me the time you wasted was worth it." 

"Fuck off.", I simply tell to him to shut up in my style. 

I hop inside my car and Zayn prefers to ride with me so he throws his key to Daniel. I honk and Zayn sits in the car, rolling the window down, "I'll see you in the evening, same place.", he turns his head to me and I shrug. I'm not sure if I will walk down to this restaurant this evening again. I've had enough of her. 

Tracy places her elbows over the window and leans in to slide her tongue down his throat, "Why can't I join you?" 

"Harry and I, we've got a thing to do.", he says and I furrow my brows obviously confused about 'the thing'. I don't remember planning any shit with Zayn. 

He pecks on her lips again and rolls the window back up, "What took you so long?" 

I roll my eyes and start the car, hitting the race and driving in silence. Zayn sighs, "Did you do something you weren't supposed to?", he teases me, I can hear the smile in his voice. 

I sigh huge, "Don't mock me, Malik." 

He puts his hands in the air defensively, "Hey, I'm just asking." 

"Do I drop you off at your place?", I try to change the subject because the last thing I want to do is talk about Rebecca or what I said to her. 

Zayn shrugs, "You're going home?" 

"Yeah, I've got some work to do.", I say without even having anything planned inside my head. 

Zayn shrugs, "The last thing I would do is go home and listen to my Dad yelling at me about work." 

I feel sorry for him but I would never show that to him. He's got to learn the hard way, I get money from my parents and I couldn't care less about spending it. I take a turn just so I could cross her shitty restaurant once again. The moment I cross it, I see Liam and all walking out of the restaurant, I pull the brake and park the car a little ahead of the restaurant, waiting for him to cross us. 

Zayn furrows his brows, "What's up?" 

"Liam.", my blood boils at his name again and I step out of my car, leaning over it.