Dirty Mouth - Marcel/Harry Styles

Four.

Dirty Mouth

Chapter Four. 

{ Georgia's POV }

"You don't have to hide anything from me, you know that right?" I asked him, setting my hand on his thigh. 

"Yeah, I know. But this is personal."He mumbled, laying back on the bed, "I'm not hiding anything either."

"I have one too, it's okay." I yawned, covering my mouth.

Putting his arm over his eyes he asked, "What do you write in it?"

    "I write about everything. It mainly depends on how I feel at that moment, or what happened that day." I shrugged, looking over at him. "What do you write about?"

    "Um.. I write songs and poems." He spoke quietly, tracing the words and drawing on the outside of his journal. 

    "Can I hear one?"

    "Hear what?" His head snapped towards me. 

    "A song and a poem."  

  "No." He spat, glaring at me.  

  Woah there, no need for all the mood swings. Just a simple question, no need to get all rude.  h

  "What the hell Harry! Do  you think I will make fun of you or something? Cause I won't. I bet your really talented."

"Everyone else would! So why wouldn't you?!" He raised his voice getting out of the bed.     

"I'm sorry Marcel, but I'm not like everyone else! I have never made fun of you and I would never dream about it!"    

"I thought I told you not to call me that anymore! Damn it Georgia! You never fucking listen to me, I tired of it!"    

"And I've told you not to call me Georgia!" I yelled back. "We haven't even been together for a day and we're already fighting." I mumbled to myself as I grabbed my bag with clothes in it and went into the bathroom.     

"Where are you going?" Harry asked gripping onto my wrist.    

"To the loo." I jerked my hand away and shut the door.     

I set my bag on the counter and took out my clothes I wore previously. I slid my jeans and shirt on. I fixed my hair into a messy bun. I neatly folded Harry's clothes and set them on the counter. I grabbed my bag and went back to Harry's room.     

"I'm gonna go ahead and walk home. It's to early in this relationship to be fighting." I mumbled putting my shoes on. "I'll see you at school." I gave him a weak smile and walked down the hall and out the front door.    

"Wait babe don't go!" He called after me, opening the door. "Harry no. I'll call you when I get home. I live afew blocks away."

"Please baby, don't go." He pleaded.

"Harry, I'll see you at school tomorrow. I'll text you tonight." I sighed, fixing my bag on my shoulder.

 "Georgia, please stay. I promise it won't happen again." He begs, grabbing my wrist lightly.

"What will I wear?" I asked playng with my left ear, looking at him.

 His eyes lit up, "You can wear Gemma's clothes."

"She won't get angry will she?"

"No no, she wouldn't mind at all." He said quickly, pulling me into him.

I sighed giving in, "Fine. I'll stay, but I'm sleeping on the couch."

"No! You can have my bed, I'll take the couch." He said shutting and locking the front door.

"No, Harry. This is your house and it's your bed, therefore you will sleep in it." I told him pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

"You're my guest, so you will sleep in my bed." He argued, pressing a kiss to my head, just to mock me.

 "Do you havea guest room?" I asked walking up the stairs into his room. 

"Uh. . ." He paused. "No." Taking my bag and putting in the chair across the room. 

"Your lying Harry." I smirked, kicking off my shoes and laying across his bed.

"Maybe I just want you to sleep with me."He grumbled, copying my actions.

"I never said I wasn't going to sleep with you." I pinched his cheeks. "So stop pouting."

 "I'm sorry for yelling at you." He turned over to face me. 

"It's alright, Harry. I know you don't like to be called Marcel. It was my fault." I sighed, moving my hands down his face, over his shoulders, and down his arms. Gripping onto his biceps, I puckered my lips.

Harry leaned in a bit and gave me a quick kiss. "When will your mum be home?" I mumbled playing with his hands.

"She said she would be home, either late tonight or early tomorrow."

"Okay." I nodded, standing up and putting on the clothes I just took off. "I'm tired."

"Then sleep." Harry, pulled the blankets down on the bed. "I'm tired too."

I climbed into the bed, with Harry getting in behind me. 

"I'm a big spooner, I hope you don't mind." He mumbled into my hair. "Not at all." I replied falling asleep. 

[A/N: Not a good chapter at all. I just really wanted to get thisupdated for y'all. Um.. 10+ votes & 6+ comments for next chapter♥.]