Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 37

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Harry's P.O.V 

The lights fill my fucking bedroom, I never knew that those fucking blinds go the other way and my room can actually be bright and full of light. I groan in my sleep, realizing that Rebecca did this shit. She can't just stay in bed and let me sleep too. I turn my face to the other side, pulling the covers over my bare chest, its fucking freezing.  

"Get up, Harry. You need to drive me back to my place.", she is got to be fucking kidding me. 

I open one of my eye to stare at the small clock over my bedside, I almost laugh when I see that it's only 7. I just want to pull her back on bed and make her sleep.  

"Harryyy.", I hear her crying again, putting emphasize. She thinks I'm going to take her small fists and those gritted teeth seriously, I mean it's fucking adorable. 

Rebecca has the audacity to pull the covers off me and make me jump, I groan, "Come back to bed, Rebecca.", I try to be firm with it, but she won't even move a damn inch. 

I sigh in defeat and get off the bed, wearing my jeans off the floor, "Why do you want to go back?" 

"I need my uniform." 

I let out a soft laugh, "Pick it off the floor, it's in the lobby." 

Rebecca rolls her nose up, "I can't go to work without having a bath, are you serious?" 

"Yeah.", I grab a new short from my closet, walking to the washroom, "I'll be back." 

I walk into the bathroom, running my hand through my hair for a few times, trying to make them stay at the same damn place. Sometimes, I crave a haircut. The need to cut them off overpowers me, but I finally realize that they are my asset, the best thing to me. I splash water over my face, rubbing a face wash all over it. Brushing my teeth and running those wet hands through my hair again, I walk out.  

Rebecca is sitting on the edge of the bed with her uniform on, wearing the jacket over it. I point to her, "See, that's fine." 

"No, it's not. Please drive me back to my place." 

I nod as I quickly lean in to kiss her, as she desperately tangles her hands into my hair and I smile between our kiss. She pulls away and I grin, "Good morning, babe." 

I need to be more careful with the fucking choice of my words. I punch myself mentally, taking note of that shit. 

As we walk towards the car, the thought of taking Rebecca back to her apartment makes me surrounded by all those voices again. Almost making me believe in those words, maybe I wasn't good enough for her but at least she was happy, wasn't she? I did piss her off a few times and I don't always do as I say but that doesn't mean I don't feel the way I feel about her. 

The drive to her apartment was mostly pleasant, other than the argument of her telling me to hop up those 22 fucking stairs while I kept shaking my head. I pulled down her apartment and she looks at me with those hopeful eyes, I shake my head and she sighs.