Love is war ~ styles

Chapter 22

I slide on Harry large T-shirt, flatting the wrinkles with my hands. I wore no pants, because I was, in fact, wearing a dress. The shirt was so big on me, it was almost longer than what I was wearing before. I had boy-cut underwear underneath, thankfully. I hesistate to open the bathroom door, unprepared to expose myself to Harry back in the living room. My feet make contact with the cold kitchen floor, sliding into the living room, grasping my clothes in my hands, placing them on the chair in the dinner table.

"You look lovely" He smirks, intently staring at me.

The words sound so fimillar. Niall always says that when I change into more comfortable clohes. But Harry's in a different accent.

I smile, totally ignoring his flirty words. I try to find my phone in my purse, with my clothes. It wasn't there. It had to be around here somewhere. After awhile of searching and a lot of weird looks from Harry later, I still couldn't find it. He must have taken it.

"Hey Harry?" I ask for his attention, in sweet words.

"Yes?" Even little words it sounds like hes flirting.

"Could I use your phone. I need to make a phone call" I ask him so nicely, instead of being sassy towards him as usual.

"Yeah, It's on the kitchen table" His face dims.

I walk towards the table, easily spotting his phone. How did I not see it before. I enter his password 2202. Dialling Niall's number.

"Hello?" He says after seconds. He swallows his words. Leaving a silent room, on both ends.

"Niall, It's me" I say. He sounded dumbfounded, like he had no clue who it was.

"Oh my god, Kate! Babe, I was scared for a second. Why are you a blocked number?" His voice lightens, and gradually gets louder. I make a questionable face, forgetting I was on Harry's phone.

"I'm using Harry's phone" I start talking in a hush tone, realizing Harry was listening not far away.

"Oh" Was all he could say at that short moment. "It is so good to hear from you. I was worried what was happening. Do you need me to pick you up?" He asks, eager.

"No it's fine. I can't leave him alone when he's super drunk. I can't do that" I clear out.

"But Kate, I don't trust him" His words got me more angery.

"If you trust me you have nothing to worry about" I blurt out louder than I thought.

"I know" There was a long pause. "Do you at least want me to come over and help?" He asks frequent questions.

"No, because you guys might fight when I turn my back" I couldn't have been more honest.

"I trust you Kate. I do" He ignores my words. The conversation was coming to an end.

"Thank you" I say slowly. I hung up, hoping he would take my words as a goodbye. I stare at the blank screen for a moment, pausing before I make my way back to the living room.