They Don't Know About Us

The Player





I woke up at around eleven the next morning. I walked downstairs to see Harry sitting at the counter. He was groaning and clutching his head. Man, he must be hungover.


"So I'm guessing you're extremely hungover?" I asked. Harry groaned, "Yes...."


"That's your fault for being a jerk last night," I snapped. Harry frowned, "What did I do?"


"You don't remember what you did to Marie?" I asked. Harry's eyes widened, "Something happened to Marie?! Did someone hurt her?! Is she in the hospital?!"


I frowned, "No...."


"Then, what happened?" Harry asked, confused. I bit my lip, so I guess I'm going to have to be the one to break the news to him, "Um, Harry Marie broke up with you..."


"What!?" Harry exclaimed, "Why would she do that?"


"Harry, how can you not remember?!" I yelled. Harry looked at me confused, so I continued, "You made out with some girl in front of her!"


Harry stared at me, "I did?"


"YES!" I yelled, "She's heartbroken."


"No, no, this can't be happening!" Harry exclaimed, "I-I love her! I would never do that!"


"You were drunk, Harry," I replied. Harry quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket, "I have to call her right now."


He quickly pulled up her contact, and called her. I sat there, watching him wait for her to pick up. He sighed, and left a message. I stood there watching. He set his phone back on the counter. He ran his fingers through his hair.


"God, I messed up," Harry muttered, "How the hell am I gonna fix this?"


"Maybe you should go see Marie in person and try to talk to her," I suggested. Harry nodded, "Good idea."


He quickly grabbed his car keys, and started to walk towards the door. I frowned, and called after him, "Shouldn't you change?"


Harry shook his head, "No, I don't have time for that."


He quickly ran out to the garage. I swear, if he gets pulled over for being hungover, I won't feel sorry for him. I grabbed some cereal to eat for breakfast, and plopped in front of the TV. I switched it on, and started to eat while watching TV. I soon finished, and washed out my bowl, and placed it in the dishwasher. I went back to the couch, and continued watching TV. Suddenly, I was interrupted by the door opening. I switched the TV off when I noticed that it was Harry. I looked up at him, "So, what happened?"


His face looked grim, "U-Um, she didn't take me back..." He muttered. I stood up, "I'm sorry, Harry. Maybe the only thing that can fix your relationship is time. You just need to wait for Marie to be ready. That's all."


Harry looked at the ground, "No, that's not right."


"Huh?" I asked, confused. Harry started to pace back and forth in front of me, "Why doesn't she believe me? If she truly loved me, she's take me back. Maybe we really aren't in love. Maybe this isn't love."


I shook my head, "Harry, you got it wrong, you and Marie love each other, I know it. One bump in the road shouldn't make you believe that you didn't love her. Just give it time."


Harry stopped pacing, and turned towards me, "That's not true! She hates me! Marie never really loved me! She just wanted to date 'The Harry Styles'! She only loved the famous me!"


"No, Marie truly loves you!" I argued. Harry glared at me, "How do you know?"


"I-I can just tell," I responded. How can I explain to him that Marie loves him?


"Well, if Marie doesn't actually love me, then why don't I go back to being the old Harry Styles?" He asked, "Why don't I go back to being the guy that goes out with tons of different girls. I'll be the guy that can't hold down a steady relationship because he wants to make out with other girls. I'll go back to being Harry Styles the player. And... I'll start with you."


I frowned, "What do you-"


I was interrupted by Harry crashing his lips onto mine.


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Sorry, shorter chapter.Hope you liked the intense drama! Who doesn't? Is Harry the player back??? ( please don't take this insulting, I love Harry! )Read the next chapter to find out.... Well comment, follow, and fave! Bye lovelies! -Madison