Who Won The Girl (Harry Styles)

Chapter 33

[Ross' P.O.V]

''Morning!'' Harry chirps, running down the stairs. 

''Morning.'' Mum and I say at the same time. Harry places his school bag down and joins us on the table in the kitchen. 

''What are you guys up to today?'' Mum smiles, looking at me. 

''Well,'' Harry starts. 

''Oh yeah! Molly and I are going to that museum.'' I wasn't aware of how rude I was, until I see him glare at me. Harry's glare soon turns into a friendly smile.

''Oh, are you?'' His voice a little higher than usual. ''And tell me, where is this museum?'' 

I mentally roll my eyes. Maybe you'd know if you took pride in your history. Mum nods in agreement, eager to know.

''It's the one down town.'' I state. ''You know, the one that night.'' It felt weird saying it now, I felt like I didn't really care anymore.

''Oh.'' Harry's face falls slightly. 

''That's great, sweetheart!'' My mother gets out of her seat before kissing me on the cheek and I feel myself slightly embarrassed. 

''As I was saying before someone interrupted me,'' Harry laughs a bit to make his harsh words softer. ''I have an english exam today and I only found out 10 minutes ago.'' 

''Harry.'' My mum sighs. ''It's always you isn't it.'' 

By the looks of his face, he seems to take offence. He doesn't angrily snap back like he usually does, instead he calmly grabs his bag and leaves the table. Maybe Alexis has changed him. Maybe I was wrong to do what I did all along. Guilt over takes me as I watch him open the door and leave the house.

[Harry's P.O.V]

It's always you isn't it. Her voice keeps replaying again and again in my head as the journey to this school of misery seems twice as longer than usual. Ross has got on my nerves and he doesn't even do anything he's just..himself. 

What Mai told me a few nights ago. If he thinks he can get away with it, hell no. He thinks I don't have a clue. This is the nicest I've ever been to him so far, and like he did to me, I'll snap at him out of nowhere. 

The anger I felt as I flipped through the notebook is still inside of me, waiting to be unleashed. Especially plan 1, what the hell? Like he thought dressing like me would get him anywhere. If anything, it'd get him into a fight, with me. 

What made me even more furious was the fact Mai was in on it. As she talked, I found myself fighting to urge to just yell. She explains to me why she did it though. Jealousy is a really powerful thing. It makes you do the weirdest of things, like what I'm planning to do. 

''What are you thinking about, curly boy?'' Alexis smiles as she goes in for a hug. I wasn't going to tell her about any of this. It would just make her upset, and I hated seeing her upset more than anything I might hate. 

''Oh, nothing.'' I smile, pulling back. ''Did you have a good weekend, babe?'' 

''Yeah, who knew road trips with families could actually be fun?'' She laughs. ''Would've been better with you though.'' 

I put my arm around her shoulder and gently push her towards me playfully. Her hair goes everywhere as she squeals in frustration, and for a moment, I forget all my worries. 

''We're still going to watch Catching Fire tonight, aren't we?'' Her bright blue eyes look up at me. 

''About that,'' I really didn't want to disappoint her. ''I can't tonight. I promise I will tomorrow.'' 

''Oh, that's fine. One night won't hurt will it?'' I don't know whether her question intended for me to overthink. I don't feel too good about this whole revenge thing with Mai but I do at the same time. It's confusing. 

''No, it wouldn't.'' I realise I've taken too long to answer by her concerned look. 

''See you at..'' She thinks. 

''Lunch?'' I ask and she frowns.

''I hate how we barely have lessons together on Mondays.'' Her words were always well thought and considerate and I can't help the smile that appears on my face. 

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[Ross' P.O.V]

I've been waiting for about half an hour in front of Molly's house and I give up. Maybe she wasn't expecting me to wait for her, she doesn't take this day as seriously as I do. For her it's a trip to a museum, for me it's a trip but a chance to flip a new page. I park my car, after several attempts of calling her, I step into the museum and look around. 

I've practically searched all over this place and she still isn't here. Dissappointment takes over me. Maybe she's too caught up into the book she's reading, but we both agreed we'd read pages at the same time, and not cheat. Maybe she's writing out that poem we had to have in. But that's for two weeks. I walk out and get in the car, slamming the door in anger.

I see a familiar girl walking down the street as I stop at the traffic lights. I roll my window down. It was Molly..with some guy. 

''Molly?'' I whisper yell. She looks at me then quickly looks away, and I'm forced back into reality of the road as a car behind me honks at me. 

I park the car at the side of the road and step out. 

''Excuse me?'' I look at the boy next to her. He had big glasses, just like mine. I couldn't compete with his sense of style, his sweatshirt colour coordinates with his tie and socks. 

''You're excused.'' She snaps rudely, continuing to walk. ''Come on, Josh.'' 

''What?'' I stumble after them.

''Ross, I don't want to go anymore.'' She tries to soften her words and the guy next to her seems to be getting angrier. 

''I want an explanation.'' 

Sorry I havent been updatinggg, i have a lot of essays and stuff lately. 6 votes for the next chapter, comment ur thoughts :)