Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

9. Midnight Memories

To be honest, I thought Harry would act differently after last night. I was right but I thought he would act differently than he had.

"Give me the spoon" he commanded.
I glared at him handing him the spoon as I helped him dry.

"You could be a bit more nice about it you know" I muttered.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing" I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, then you do the fucking dishes" he gave me the towel he had hung over his shoulder.

"What the?" I said scoffing and turning to the running water.

"I'm sorry about him, he lashes out like that at times" someone came up snatching the towel.

"At times?" I laughed.

"Okay often" Gemma laughed with me "I wouldn't know that anymore" she looked down.

"Why not?"

"He doesn't come to Cheshire anymore, he moved out after this girl-"

"Alison?" I asked.

"Yeah, how did you know?" she asked tilting her head.

"He told me about her, last night"

"He must really trust you if he told you then, he doesn't talk about her. At all" she explained, "So after Alison he wanted to leave that town so he came here to Wolverhampton, blocked everything out. Developed this attitude I can feel through our phone calls"

I nodded in agreement remembering Harry's flirty side.

"Did Harry try to find someone else after Alison?" I asked her.

"He has you doesn't he?" she giggled.

"Well, yeah but" I panicked "Like, right afterwards. Before he met me"
"I don't know but Harry was a cheeky one, flirty as you would say"

"I've noticed" I smiled.

"I was surprised he called us up inviting us over, telling us he found 'her' he really cares for you"

No he doesn't.

I just smiled shyly "So don't let it get to you when he's like that, it's his inner sixteen year old coming out"
I gave her a small laugh and went back to the dishes. I couldn't help but think it was me who got him mad. I always got people mad, I can never make them happy. Now I regretted ever coming here and kissing him last night.

I still had three more days and then I was done with. I would never see Harry again and I would go back to my old life and hopefully get into a good university and hide from Oliver.

Yeah, that's what I'm going to do.

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"Have you seen my book?" I asked Harry tucking my hair behind my ear to search for the object only to have my small bangs fall back out.

"Why would I know that?" he remarked.

"I can deal without the attitude" I muttered looking under the bed.

"Excuse me?" he sat up from the bed putting his phone down.

"You've been a jerk to me since we finished breakfast" I told him "We were fine before that, we were perfectly fine last night"

He got up from the bed and stood in front of me. "Last night didn't happen, okay?"

I gasped silently "You're telling me that after you practically made me tell you about my horrible past and you're just going to pretend it never happened?"