Treadmill (Harry Styles) [COMPLETE] {EDITED}

Chapter 31

A GIRL FROM THE PAST

Angie

What the fuck is going on?

"Hey..." Harry says nervously and I tug his arm and he looks at me and looks at the girl again.

"Don't tell me you forgot me?" She smiles again, damn that smile annoys the fuck out of me.

"Nope, still fresh." Harry replies, this is awkward and is pissing me off.

"Hmm... How's everything?" She asks, can they even see me?!

"Great!" Harry replies,

"You're in a big boy band now huh? Being all fancy and shit? Hope you didn't forget about your friends that you left here,"

"I would never." Harry smiles awkwardly and this mysterious girl nods.

"And who is this?" She finally acknowledges my presence.

"I happen to be Harry's girlfriend. Who are you?" I said, I know I'm being a total bitch but I'm confused as fuck.

"Feisty little one." She raises her eyebrows, "Were you ever planning to tell her about me Haz?" She says looking at Harry,

"Tell me what?" I say to Harry, "Harry tell me what's going on."

Well you're a rude one aren't you? Not Harry's type." She insults,

"Then why am I his girlfriend?" I reiterate,

"Alright." Harry says, "Angie this is my ex-girlfriend-"

"Felicity," She sticks her arm out for a shake and I just look at it. "Felicity Skinner,"

This is Harry's ex-girlfriend, like from when? Recently? I am damn confused and Harry is acting all weird, seriously what the hell?

"Hello Felicity," I give the fakest smile I've ever given.

"Call me Fliss, and you are?" Her eyebrow raises,

"Angelica Harris."

"The Angelica Harris? Your mum's a fashion designer yeah?" She smiles at me but I can totally sense that she is being a fake,

"Yeah."

"Mint." She smiles fakely, we are just here standing awkwardly, "Anyways, Haz, come join us for a drink yeah? With your friends" She puts an emphasis on the word "friends"

"Yeah in a moment, we'll just grab something to eat." He replies and I look at her,

"Alright, don't get so clingy with your girlfriend, you see her every day, you friends back home here rarely don't see you." She says and makes her way to the bonfire pit.

I part my hands from Harry's and walk ahead, I'm not mad at him, I just can't stand how that girl would talk to me as if she's a bigger person and whatnot, or like she knows me so well. Love, fuck off. Second, I'm confused, like why didn't he tell me that Felicity or Fliss or Floss, it doesn't really matter, that she is his ex-girlfriend. I told Harry about Tyler and he practically freaked out.

"Angie..."

"Yeah?" I try to get rid of my thoughts,

"You alright baby?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you'd know."

"How on Earth would I know about the Fliss girl Harry?" I whisper-shout, I don't want to make a scene.