Love Me Again. H.S

Chapter-12

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The next morning was a nice one. I was excited for the new day. Taking a shower, I went to the living room. Mum, Aunt Lucy and Harry were sitting there. He was looking fabulous without even trying. It felt like he was getting more and more beautiful and handsome by each passing day because everytime I saw him he looked more beautiful.

I sat beside Mum and Harry gave me an intense look but I ignored it. Mum and Aunt Lucy were way too busy these days deciding on carpets, walls, paints and furniture for the house. They were still doing something on the laptop.

"How's this one Meg?" Mum asked showing me a picture of a painting. It was an abstract horse, painted with red and orange colour. "It's beautiful." She smiled.

I was stealing glances at Harry but he was focused on TV, watching a football match as always. I wanted his attention. I liked it when he looks at me intensely. It scared me but I also liked it. "Mum?" I spoke looking at Harry.

"Yes honey?"

"Mum I'm going for coffee with someone." As I said Harry looked at me.

"Who is that someone?" Mum raised her eyebrow with a evil smile on her face. "Oh he's a friend of mine. Harry knows him." I looked at Harry. He knew who I was talking about.

"You do?" Mum faced Harry. "Yes." was all he said, still looking at me.

I got his attention!

"His name is Dylan. He's really nice." I smiled and saw Harry rolling his eyes. I laughed inside. "Am I allowed to go?" I asked. "Of course honey." She said patting my shoulder. I jumped in joy and ran out of the living room. I went to my room. It felt so good to tease him.

I was laughing to myself when the door knocked. As I opened it I saw a angry Harry.

Oh I wish I could kiss this anger away.

"Yes..?" I leaned against the door.

"Why are you going with that idiot?" He questioned, anger visible on his beautiful face.

"Because he asked me to and Mr. Styles he's not an idiot!" I looked in his eyes bravely. He walked in and I stepped back. He closed the door and walked towards me while I was stepping back with every step he took in my direction.

"You could've said No and don't call me Mr. Styles." He grumbled and now we were standing with my back pressed with the wall and he standing in front of me.

"Why would I say No when I want to go?" I asked with the all the courage I could muster and ignored the 'Styles' thing.

"Why do you want to go?" He stepped closer.

"It's none of your business Styles!" His face turned red. He was angry and he looked scary but hot at the same time. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me closer so our faces were only few inches apart. My heartbeat accelerated at the slight contact. "It is my business!" He snarled his minty breath fanning against my lips.

"Let go of me Harry, you're hurting me!" I said trying to remove his grip from my wrists but he was too strong.

"Harry you cannot command me. It's my life and I'll do whatever I want with whomever I want! If you're so insecure then why don't you just say it!" I shouted on his face and his grip on my wrists loosened.

"Why would I be insecure?"

I felt stupid of saying that because he can never be insecure over me. Why I even thought that? "Great! If you're not then stop this!" Tears begun to fall from my eyes and I walked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I looked in the mirror, my face wet from the tears.