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Chapter 30: Overreacting

"Have you been seeing someone while I was away?!" Harry nearly shouted as anger and pain washed over his face.

I can't believe he'd even think that!

"No Harry! Matt and I are nothing!"

"Who the fuck is that bastard then?" His hands balled into fists.

I gulped, fearing that he would break something soon.

He doesn't even know who the guy is and he's jumping to damn conclusions like this!

"What's going on?" Zayn asked from behind us as he gathered up his belongings.

"Nothing, we were just leaving," Harry spoke through clenched teeth as he stormed out.

I turned to Zayn shaking my head in disbelief, "I'm sorry about that, he's...he's just overreacting about something."

Zayn nodded understandingly.

"Let us know how the proposal goes! Good luck," I said before hugging him goodbye.

By the time I stepped out of the store, Harry had already pulled the car up by the door.

I was going to say something when I got in, but judging from the way his knuckles were turning white around the steering wheel now was probably not the best time to continue the argument we had going on earlier.

I was putting my seat belt on when the car suddenly flew forward forcing me to gasp. Harry's foot slamming on the gas pedal like that was uncalled for. We could get into a damn accident over something so stupid!

He didn't even bother slowing down as we hit the main road, going 30 over the speed limit.

"Harry, please slow down," I begged, placing a hand over my racing heart.

But, he didn't listen. His eyes remained locked on the road and his foot hard on the gas pedal.

God, he was making a big deal out of this. I've never seen him so worked up aside from the time he beat up Tyler.

I slid down in my seat feeling defeated.

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down, and focused my gaze out the window until we reached home.

As soon as Harry pulled the keys out of the ignition, I was ready to say something, but before I could he stormed out of the car slamming the door shut behind him.

Groaning in annoyance, I got out and jogged to catch up with him as he walked inside.

I shut the door behind me, "Are you going to keep ignoring me?" I demanded as he plopped down on the couch, running his hands through his curls in rage.

"Are you going to fucking tell me who he is?" Harry spat back.

I sat on the coffee table in front of him so he was forced to look at me, "If you think I'm seeing Matt then you're wrong! He's just a guy from work! I could fucking care less about him," I shouted, feeling my heart pound in my chest from the anger that was building up inside me too.

Harry leaned forward scowling, "well if he was just that then why does he have your damn number? Oh, and are you guys going to talk about all the nights you spent together over that coffee tomorrow morning, hm? Is that what he fucking wanted to discuss?!"

My blood was beyond it's boiling point right now I swear it felt like lava.

Did he mistake me for some stupid bimbo? Did he honestly think I was that low to just use him for my pleasure?

How dare he even think that I would have the nerve to cheat on him. He knows how much I love him.

I stood up aggressively, glaring down at him,"Don't you dare say stupid crap like that because we both know that's not true!" I screamed.

"Bullshit," he yelled as he stood up and walked into the kitchen.

"Why can't you believe me?!" I pleaded throwing my hands up in the air as I followed behind Harry.

"Really?!" He turned to face me and shrugged sarcastically shaking his head,"are you seriously asking that right now?"

I crossed my arms against my chest, "Yes, so why dont you clarify?" I fake smiled.

"You freaked out and shoved your phone inside your purse when I saw that he texted you!"

Ugh, that's what was bugging him?

"Harry..." I whispered, hoping my tone would calm him down.

I placed my hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes. I could feel his heart pounding like crazy under my palms, and his breathing was heavy, "baby calm down, please...."

Harry took a deep breath, but his dark eyes refused to soften as they stared down into mine.

I knew that hiding the fact that Matt liked me from him wouldn't benefit me anymore.

Plus, I didn't like him back, so maybe coming clean and telling him that would make him understand.

"Listen, the reason I got so freaked out was because I didn't want you to find out about him and get all upset," as soon as those words escaped my mouth Harry walked past me to head upstairs but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back,

"It wasn't because I was seeing him. It's because of the fact that he likes me. He forced me into having lunch with him, in front of my boss and I tried to get out of it but I couldn't. And then when I ran into him at the coffee shop he paid for my drink and wanted to sit down and chat, but I refused to do that. He asked me to get coffee with him at another time but I told him no because I clearly don't like him at all! I'm only being nice because my boss really likes him! He isn't even worth this fight Harry!"

I paused, waiting to see if he had anything to say.

When he didn't say a word I continued, "You can ask El if you don't believe me! She was with me at the coffee shop! She even knows I don't like him like that," I added.

But he didn't say anything back again.He remained quiet, just looking down at me. His eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

"Please say something," I begged him quietly, studying his face to try and figure out what he was thinking about.

"Was this so hard for you to tell me before? Did you have to keep him a secret? Because that only makes it seem like you're hiding more."

"I kept him from you because I didn't want us to fight like this over someone who isn't worth ruining what we have!" I responded as tears filled up in my eyes.

Harry and I never had a serious fight like this. It was killing me to have him be so upset and angry with me.

"I'm going to bed Emma," Harry said as he turned and walked up the stairs.

"Harry! wait!"

Tears streamed down my face as I watched him disappear upstairs. He didn't even bother to look back at me.

I just wanted to scream and break something. Could this day get any worse?!

It's all Matt's damn fault.

What the hell did he even want to tell me? Was it so damn hard for him to come into the studio and talk?

Realizing I never responded back to his stupid ass, I ran over to my purse and grabbed my phone.

I swear Matt was going to get the biggest ear full.

"What the hell do you want? You can't just text me whenever you want. Discuss what you wanted to tell me with Dan, and then he can kindly inform me about it. We don't need to have coffee," I texted him.

Five minutes later he texted back, "I already discussed it with Dan and he wanted me to talk to you about it. I'm just doing what he said."

"Why don't I believe you?"

"Call Dan and ask him if you want! What I have to tell you wont take more than fifteen minutes Emma. Just meet me for coffee at Starbucks near the town's park tomorrow at 9 am."

I chucked my phone hard at the couch, wishing that it was Matt's face.

Ugh, there is no one I hate more in the world than him right now.