Love Is Impossible.

Chapter Seventy-Six.

four more chapters guys. I just can't even. I will cry. -Tanisha .x

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~*~*{Alexis.Skyla.Roberts}*~*~

Zayn... Javvd...Malik.... You idiot. He almost skipped out the room with that smirk on his face.. Harry had a black expression on his face. We haven't moved since Zayn left like two minutes ago.. I stared into those green eyes. I coughed awkwardly, looking away. He followed me with his eyes as I curled into a ball, on my side of the big soft bed. I peaked through a little gap I made through my arms. He was slowly walking across the room, taking off his red shirt and throwing in on the floor. His back was facing me as he sat on the edge of the bed.... God..... He has a beautiful tensed back.. I just want to run my nails down it making him moan like before....

WAIT. WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO ME?!

I quietly got up from the bed, making sure he didn't hear me and sneaked round to him. I wrapped my bare legs around his waist and giggled when he jumped at my sudden movement.

"Christ, you scared the sh*t outta me." He mutters, lifting my thighs swinging me around so I was now straddling his lap, facing him. "I thought you were asleep."

"You thought wrong then."

He chuckled, looking into my eyes.. wow.. beautiful green.

"About before... why did you look so tensed?" I asked him, playing with his curls.

"I thought you were getting back together again. The way he was looking at you.. I jumped to conclusions." He answered calmly.

"But, why would it bother you if we were actually back together?" I questioned him, curiously.

He stayed silent for a minute, then shifted standing up. We were both now on our feet, "Let's get some sleep." He turned away from me.. URGH.

I grabbed his wrist, "Answer me." I barked, in frustration.

"I'm okay." He continued to not meet my glare.

"Harry! Please?" I begged him.

He tilted his head slightly at my please, amusement clear on his face, "Why do you need my opinion?"

I frowned. I knew where he was heading.

I let go of his wrist and flopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He came round with his familiar grey joggers and purple tee-shirt.

He lay on his side facing me, "Does someone care about my opinion? Am I suddenly important to you?" He asked, a tease clear in his voice.

I continued to glare at the ceiling until her turned me to face him, wrapping his leg around mines, "Answer me." He spoke.

"You need to answer me first." I reminded him.

He narrowed his green eyes at me then sighed, "It wouldn't bother me as such... I just don't you hurt by him, okay?"

I rolled my eyes, "There's something else, Harry."

He didn't reply so I poked his cheeks were his cute dimples would usually form, "Answer me."

He pursed his lips then frowned, "There's nothing else, Skyla."

"Then why the frowny face for, Harold?"

"It doesn't matter. You need to answer my question now."

"I care about your opinion because you are on of  my closet friend.. despite the fact I hate you..-"