Our Summer Story (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine

Our Summer Story

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No one spoke a word at the breakfast table.

I hadn’t failed to notice the uncomfortable glances the boys were shooting at each other across the room though. As for myself, my main goal was just to finish all the food on the table, never take a single look at Harry Styles, retreat to my room and think about how messed up my life had become.

I began cutting my pancakes, as I notice Harry turning to look at me. He doesn’t say anything, just stares. And stares.

I try my best not to look up, my eyes completely fixed on the pancake, as I stuffed an awfully large amount in my mouth.

“Oh my gawd, Clarisse. That’s gross,” Niall speaks up, making a face at me.

I glare at him. Was it his business how much food I decide to take in at once? Jeez, couldn’t he mind his own business for once and not pick on the poor British girl?

I finished off the rest of my pancakes, and gets up from the table, “Thanks for breakfast. I’ll be leaving now.”

 “Why the rush?” Harry says, as he crosses his arm in front of him. My head finally shoots up, and instant regret comes, as I meet with his eyes and my heart begins to melt. Why did you make him so attractive, God? Why?

“Well, I’m done, so I’ll be leaving,” I hiss at him. No matter how good-looking he was though, I couldn’t stand people like this. People that thought he could intimidate me just with their looks. How they act like they’re mightier than you.

“Aren’t your manners just always so delightful, Claire?”

I let out a sigh, “Look Styles, I really don’t want to be starting a fight with you this early in the morning. So can’t you just let me quietly leave the dining table without adding more of your irrelevant comments?”

“Now, is that any way to talk to someone you have a crush on?” Harry says, cocking his head to one side, and once I heard those words, I begin fuming. How dare him!

“And just because someone rejected you for the first time doesn’t give you the right to be a complete jack-ass towards them,” I retort. I might’ve gone a bit far on that one, but right now, I didn’t give a crap about anyone’s feelings. Not even Harry Styles’.

All four heads turn to look at Harry, who looked as if he was too stunned to speak.

“Alright, you two need to calm down,” Louis says.

Niall then adds on, glaring at me, “I told you the deal were stupid in the first place.”

My line was pressed into a thin line, as I begin to feel slightly uneasy. It was then when I realized I had taken it a little too far, as Harry’s expression remained the same. He looked more... pained than mad. My heart quenched, as I once again met his eyes.

And once I did, he turned his gaze away and he got up from the table as well. “I’m sorry, Clarisse. I didn’t mean any of that. Please excuse me.”