Midnight

Chapter 15:

Harrys POV:

I wake up and roll over, stretching my arms out in an attempt to find Belles body. But to my disappointment the bed is empty. I shoot up and glance around the room, her clothes are still here. I get out of the warmth of my bed and walk to the foot of it, to find Belle on the ground. She has the blanket that is usually on the foot of the bed and a pillow from the bed. She is curled on her side.

"Why are you on the floor?" I crouch down next to her. She groans and stretches.

"I couldn't sleep and I didn't wanna wake you by constantly moving. I was gonna go to the couch but it is to far away."

She is so cute. Even after what she went through last night she was concerned about my sleep.

"You could have woken me and asked me to go to the couch." I feel a little guilty that she slept on the ground.

"Why would I do that? You didn't do anything to deserve to be booted to the couch."

"Ya well you didn't do anything to deserve having to sleep on the ground." I counter.

"I actually like this carpet. It's nice." She runs her hand over the brown carpet. I just roll my eyes at her.

"Come on I think it's my turn to make you breakfast."

"Actually, can I use your shower? I would like to scrub the memory of last night off my body." She sits up.

"Ya sure, but I only have men's shampoo and stuff."

"That's alright I use men's conditioner anyways."

"Why?"

"Cause I like the way it smells. Plus it mixes well with my women shampoo. Don't judge me." She get up and gathers her clothes from the floor.

"I wasn't judging." I hold my hands up in defense. She smiles before walking into the bathroom, I hear the door lock behind her. Smart move.

Images of last night come popping into my mind. Belle crying, her dad being there, how much self control it took not to go out and give him a piece of my mind. I mean I know she probably thinks that I was holding her so tight for her sake but in reality it was so I wouldn't get up and go beat the shit out of him.

I begin to get up when I notice her phone on the ground. I shouldn't.... Oh but I do. I grab it and to my luck she hasn't changed her password.

I notice an app she has for story writing. I click on it to find she is writing a book:

One Direction Defective Detectives

By Izzy Levion

It's probably most girls' dreams to meet One Direction. I mean, who wouldn't want to? Well, FBI agents Amber and Kate get the option to not only meet them but to guard them when One Direction is threatened. Which was fine, they had a normal life (well as normal as an agents life could be) And as love blooms, their lives get more difficult and at more points then they like to admit, extremely dangerous. There is lots of tension and suspense as you get sucked into the story that is, unfortunately, Amber and Kate's life.



One Direction? What the hell is a One Direction? Must be an American thing.

I am intrigued by the fact that she writes so of course I hit the read button and begin to read it.

I was really getting into the story when Belles voice snaps me out of it.

"What are you doing?"

"Uhh..." I look at her and then the phone. This probably looks really bad.

"Is that my phone?" Her voice is sharp and hostile.

"I can explain..." Your just not gonna like the explanation.

"Well please share." She crosses her arms.

"I... Uhh... I wanted to see what you were writing... Cause you never told me...."

Her eyes go wide and a horrified look spreads across her face. She walks over and snatches her phone from my hands and looks at the screen.

"You read it..." She whispers.

"Yes I did. And it was very good. I enjoy the character named Harry. He is like the cupcake version of me." I try to calm her.

"You read it..." She says again. She hasn't taken her eyes off her phone.

"Ya.. Belle? You ok?" I reach out to her but she backs away.

"Save it for your girlfriend!" She snaps.

"Girlfriend?" What the hell is she talking about. The closest thing I have to a girlfriend is her.

"You know. The girl you wanted to ask out!"

What? Oh ya... I forgot I told her that...

"Belle I wa-"

"No! Don't say anything else! I can't believe you read it!"

She looks like a just murdered a puppy in front of her.

"I didn't kno-" but she walks out of the room before I could finish. "Belle!" I call as I follow her.

"Just leave me the fuck alone!"

"You know I can't do that."

"I will be fine! I can handle myself!"

"Ya cause you handled yourself so well last night." As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them. She looks as if I just slapped her across the face. She doesn't reply though instead she pulls out her phone and types something. "I didn't mean that... I- I was just-"

"Save it." She walks back into my room. I wait a while and she returns with her tanktop in hand. I just now realize she still has my shirt on.

"Just listen to what I have to fucking say!" I snap.

"No! I don't wanna hear it!"

"You are so stubborn!" I run my fingers through my hair.

"Wow, it took you long enough to realize that." She storms out the front door.

"Where do you think you are going?" I follow her out the door to find Tim leaning against his car in my driveway.

"Take me home." She says to Tim.

"Alright, get in the car. I just wanna talk to Harry for a sec." Tim stands up straight.

Fuck.

"Don't hurt him." She says quietly before climbing in the car.

"What the hell happened Styles?" Tim asks as he walks up to me.

"I honestly have no fucking clue."

"He didn't get to her did he?" He drops his voice.

"No he didn't. That's not what this is about."

"What is this about then?"

"I did something stupid."

"I swear if you tried to sleep with her-"

"No! I just read her story while she was in the shower and she got pissed."

Tim closed this eyes and exhales deeply. "She is really private and protective about her writings. It's one of her biggest insecurity's."

"She is a great writer though."

"Ya that's what I tell her. She doesn't think so. She is always going back and editing things."

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"You were suppose to not snoop through her phone. Now I've gotta go."

"Where are you taking her?"

"Probably back to the townhouse for now. You gotta let her blow off some steam. Just leave it be for a while."

Not gonna fucking happen.

"Ya ok."

"Oh and by the way are either of you aware that it is Monday and I had to cut class for this?"

The thought never occurred to me. Not that I give a shit if I miss class but I have a feeling Belle will.

"No but I'm gonna let you be the one to tell her that." I pat him on the shoulder.

"Asshole." He mutters before turning around and walking to the car.

I watch them as they pull out of my driveway and down the street.

I can't fucking do anything right! I punch the door.