Resistance (Harry Styles)

Chapter 9: "I'm fucked up."

The happenings of this chapter is on the same day as the previous one

Harry's POV

I rubbed my eyes trying to vaguely push away whatever ounce of sleep that happened to make my lids droopy. It was past noon and yet here I was, being lazy. But I have a pretty good reason too, vacation.

I pushed the covers off my semi naked body and strolled out my room into the tiny kitchen of this studio apartment. It lies in the most posh area of Cape Town and if anyone was to be blamed, it was the management. They thought better of me staying in a luxurious suite, thus the current place.

Bright rays shone in through the glass windows illuminating every inch of the house, given noon is the time when the sun is at it's highest. It wasn't until I entered the kitchen and the noise of glass and metal colliding reached my ear that Rebecca's absence in the bed glides past me.

"Oi, why didn't you wake me up?" My voice sounded huskier than I imagined.

She stood in the kitchen looking dressed enough to go visit a mall. Clad in typical skinny jeans and a loose cotton shirt, she stood by the counter stirring her cup of hot drink, silently. She seemed smug and gloomy to me. My notions were proved true when she didn't answer me and just turned around to leave the kitchen for the living room.

What does she think of herself?

I ran my rough hands through my hair, messing my already existing out-of-bed look, clearly annoyed at her.

"What was that, Becca?"

I walked in, after her. She sat on the sofa and put her feet on the coffee table pretending to be too busy to answer me.

This is getting out of limit now.

"What the fuck was that for?" Again, my voice came our angrier than I intended.

"I should ask you the same thing." She said and sipped whatever she was stirring a minute ago.

I huffed in response and started to walk back into the bedroom, instantly deciding to get a shower. She wasn't worth a piece of mind right now.

"Stay annoyed, for all I care," I shouted.

"Harry Styles," she got up to stand and jerk me to a stop by pushing me, to face her, by my shoulders. "Am I just a toy to you?"

"Seriously, Becca. What crawled up your ass today?"

"Noting did. Stop irritating and playing with me."

"Playing?" I looked at her shocked. "I have better work than that."

Now, she clearly looked annoyed.

"Why are we here then?" She heaved a sigh.

"I," I stammered for a response. I definitely couldn't just shove in her face I came all the way here to win Aishwarya back. So I stayed put.

"You don't even have an answer," she said and started to head to the bedroom.

"We are on a vacation."

"No, Harry. You are. I'm just someone you got here for company."

I shrugged.

"That's not true."

That's the truth, frankly.

"Yes it is. You said you don't love her anymore so why are we here? You really think I'm that stupid? That you'd fly me here, hitch plans to woo her while you slung an arm around my waist or have fun on the beach, like yesterday?"