Masked (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

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I quickly looked at him. He heard my conversation with Bobby. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"Why were you telling her where you were and that we were just talking? That's none of her business! Why does she even care!? Why are even telling her in the first place!" The questions seemed to spill out of his mouth, he raised his voice as if he wasn't sure if I would hear him if he were to speak normally. His shouts leaving his lips were concealed by the limited space we were currently in.

"It's nothing, Harry." I tried to reasonably explain.

"I wouldn't be as mad if you didn't lie. Are you hiding something?" He narrowed his eyes, examining me as if my secret were written somewhere on me.

"No. Harry. You're overreacting. I don't have a reason to lie to you."

"Hmph." He said, not fully believing me. "Do you want me to just drop you off at her house instead?" He asked, more calm. We were only a couple of streets away from where she lived. I quietly nodded and with that Harry took off.

He obviously still remembered where she lived considering he didn't ask for directions or didn't need to be reminded. And something deep in me was bothered with the idea that they are in the same group of friends and he still remembered her address. Did he ever drunkenly stumble onto her doorstep or even soberly? I shook away the weird pang of jealousy as Harry pulled up across the street from her house. I began to unbuckle myself when I realised Harry doing the same. I stepped out and looked at him through the open passenger door.

"I'm gonna walk you." He simply said. I watched as he turned the ignition off and stepped out, walking around to my side.

We quietly walked to her front door, the silence between us due to the previous tension. Once we reached my destination he turned to face me. His lips met mine in a peck, "I'll talk to you later. Be safe." He said before walking to his car.

He pulled away from his spot and proceeded along the road. I stood in my spot for a second thinking everything over. I replayed his small kiss in my head, flutters in my stomach as I thought more and more about it. I knocked on Bobby's door as the butterflies gradually floated away from my senses.

Seconds later Bobby stood in place of the door. "Took forever." She said before pulling me in and leading me upstairs. As we walked down the upstairs hallway we passed a closed door containing withheld giggles behind it.

"Who's room is that?" I asked as we entered the room next to it.

"Scarlett. She brought Louis home. It's like that all night." She explained, closing her door and throwing herself on the bed.

"Scarlett lives here?" I asked.

"She's my sister, obviously."

"You're sisters? Do you have different fathers? Your last name is Nicole."

Bobby smiled and shook her head. "Nicole is my preferred name. Ontario is my last name- just like Scar." She explained and I nodded in response as I willingly took a seat at the desk in her room.

I looked around. Her walls a pale blue, posters layering on top of the plaster.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked after a while.

"Right. I think you deserve to know the whole story of Harry and I."

I slowly nodded. I didn't particularly enjoy hearing about their relationship or knowing about it. I feel like Harry is an individual and picturing him with another seems odd, being the type of demanding, egotistical person he is- but, hey, I'm not complaining.