Denial

ch. 25

"Are you going to start talking or just sit their staring at me. I've got someone to get too upstairs if you don't mind" I state only annoyed because the whole time I've been down here he's been staring at me as if he's trying to figure something out. And it's really starting to creep me out.

His facial expression changes and his eyes go from their usual heavenly green, to a dark jade color. He frowns and sits back.

"Oh that guy? Think you could do better, don't you think? I quite prefer the Zach guy back from home" He asks only getting more on my nerves. God I need him out before I explode.

"Oh yeah? How's Emily? Had a good night I assume" reminding myself of the stressful events of last night.

"Very. I find the birth mark on her lower back a bit cute" he chuckles while looking down with a smirk. Oh no the fuck he didn't. Are you kidding me?!

I'm fuming. How could- I swear I'm going to pull every single strand of hair out of my head right now I can't stand this.

"Harry, get out. Get out before I do something I regret" I say while standing up and ignoring his gaze. He has to leave, his aura is too much. I can't look at him knowing he fucked my best friend a few hours ago.

"My pleasure" he mumbles while grabbing his coat and walking out.

"Oh and it would've been polite to thank me for the bagels, but I guess decency is somthing you lack of at the moment" he says looking me up and down in disgust.

That's it. The old Scarlett is back. So much for the new me.

"I hate you Harry Styles. I really do" I state while slamming the door leaving him in a wide shock.

I grab my head in my hands and have the urge to just yell at the top of my lungs, but I remember, Justin.

Damnit.

I sigh and close my eyes, I give myself a little time to breath before walking back up to the bedroom. I walk in and see him sitting at the edge of the bed with a worried expression plastered on his face. He stands up walking towards me and putting his hands on my shoulders sympathetically.

"Are you okay? Did he bother you? I should've been down there, I got a bad feeling from him I'm so-" I stop him from his apologies. Everyone seems to be apologizing to me lately and I'm done with drowning in apologies.

"No I'm fine, he's gone and I'm okay" I state with a weak smile and lead us back to bed. I need the day to relax and think things through. All of this is just too much for me right now, I'm so glad I have someone to cuddle with right now. Before I drift of too sleep in his arms, my subconscious starts going wild.

Be careful how you play his game Scarlett, be very very careful

Harry's Pov.

"I hate you Harry Styles. I really do" she says while slamming the door in my face, once again.

I stand there in shock. I came here to apologize, well sort of and this is the outcome? How am I going to get close enough to break her if it's just going to end up like this each time.

I storm back to my Range Rover and hit my hands against the steering wheel. My hands grip the wheel so tight that my knuckles turn white.

"Damnit!" I curse in anger. I don't know why I'm so affected by the words of hatred she threw my way, I should be over joyed that she hates me but I just, I can't help it.

She gets to me like nobody else has, she knows how and where to push my buttons. She's different in the way that she challenges me and nobody has ever had the balls to challenge me, except for her.

That's why I'm so affected. She reminds me of her.

I scowl, women are all the same.

Scarlett's Pov.

Other than spending the whole day in Justins' arms yesterday, it's been stressful. Today I chose to just go out on my own and walk around. I did a little shopping for the beach house and for myself, and in the midst of the day, the queen called.

She asked how things were and I told her the total opposite, I told her that we were all great and that I've been doing much better.

Now that I think about it, I haven't been to a party in so long, I forgot about the rush of adrenaline I felt every time I would spill my energy on to the dance floor in order to get my skin on to another.

I need to get back to that, so I search for the nearest club and then text Justin.

Current time, here I am. Getting ready for the first time in months that I have been to a party or have even laid my eyes on an alcoholic beverage, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I need to get him out of my head and hopefully, out of my life.

I'm in front of my mirror flattening out my thigh high skin tight black dress when I hear a knock from the door. I frown in confusion and walk to my phone on the dresser and I have no message from Justin yet and he said he'd message me when he was outside. I then make my way to the window aimed towards my driveway and I can make out a black Range Rover.

Harry?

I rush down to the door in 5 inch heels and tumble a couple times on my way down, then before opening the door for some reason, I fluff up my hair and take a deep breath.

The smell is overpowering, again the smell of mint and cigarettes takes over my senses and I close my eyes. How do I do this? How can I stay sane being so close to him all the time? I'm snapped out of the trance when I hear an overpower knock again and I finally open it. And there in his glory, stood Harry leaning against the door frame with a smirk as I open the door looking me up and down. This guy just doesn't know boundaries does he?

"Where too princess?" He asks making his way in through the doorways. I huff and have no choice but to close the door.

"And that matters to you why?" I ask while folding my arms across my chest with a questioning frown.

"Well I actually came to talk, but dressed like that, I'll go wherever your going" he says with a chuckle. I roll my eyes and make my way to the stair case.

"Look Harry, I'm about to head out, Would it be decent of me to kindly ask you to be on your happy way back from wherever you came from?" I ask mocking his use of words the last time we talked.

"A little feisty today I see?" He says with his eyebrows cocked.

He sighs, "But the queen called and it's of my duty to comply. After all, it's what I'm paid for." He states while confidently making his was to the nearest couch.

I don't find the need to argue since Justin would be here so I just huff in annoyance and make my to my room. After 18 long minutes I get a message from Justin informing me of his presence outside. I collect my things and start making my way down, as I'm about to open the door I hear the raspy low British voice I've grown accustomed to taunt me once more.

"So princess, where are we off too tonight?"

I groan. When will this guy just give me a breather?