Unethical

Chapter 18: Ingredients

Harry's pov

"Camely move your hair out of my face." I groan as I try to blow it off with my mouth.

"Let me sleep!" Camely moves out of my grip and rests by the edge of her bed.

"Why the fuck did you move away?" Picking up my head, I frown at her.

"Well you're so annoying." She whines, opening her eyes and looking over at me.

"Your hair is annoying." Already growing pissed this early in the morning, I sit up on the bed and pick up my boxers from the floor.

"Whatever." She only turns her back on me.

I start to pick up my scattered clothes from around the floor and put them back on.

"Get up, start the year fresh already!" I smack her ass really hard.

She suddenly looks at me in shock, almost angry to be exact.

"Okay fine." She gets up and walks over to me. Camely wears a pink bra and black panties. Yes I did just check her out.

"Happy new year Harry Styles! Also, I do have news for you this year." She pulls a long, loose shirt out of her draw.

"You're not pregnant right?" I breathe out, clenching my jaw.

"Fuck no! Anyways, me and you or whatever this was....it was fun, but we're done." Camely takes a seat at the edge of her bed and picks up her hair in a ponytail.

"Done?" I frown at her, a bit confused.

"Yes done for good. You're not giving me dick, you're not getting pussy from me, got it?" She winks and clears that out.

"Yeah." I huff out, laughing at her.

"When you need me, call me sweetheart." I pick up my phone from the side draw by her bed and start to leave.

"I'm serious Harry!" She screams out as I walk down the flight of stairs.

"Bye!" Is all I reply and step out of her house.

Once outside, I walk over to my car and hop into it.

As I drive to my mum's place, my phone begins to ring. Checking it, I then realize it isn't my phone.

I turn over to where the ringing is coming from, and realize it's ringing under the seat. Pushing my hand a bit under, I successfully reach it and examine it.

Lottie's name appears on the screen, then it stops.

On the lock screen is a picture of Emma and Adam. She looks so happy.

Throwing the phone on the passenger seat, I then arrive to my mum's.

Stepping out of my vehicle, I walk over to the house. Entering, I am greeted by my sister.

"Where were you last night?" She bombards me with a question.

"Hello Gemma, it's good to see you too." I kiss her forehead and ignore her question as I walk away and towards the kitchen.

One of the things that makes Gemma cool, is she's not one to keep pushing for an answer. The front door opens, then closes. She probably left.

The kitchen is empty and already cleaned up. I pull out a bowl and a spoon. Serving myself cereal, I then add milk to it and take a seat by the counter on a wooden stool.

Steps are heard as someone walks down the stairs. Emma then appears in sight and freezes in the entrance of the kitchen once she sees me.

I love how intimidated and nervous I make her, just by her looking at me. I make eye contact with her and make sure to keep an intense glare.