My Mysterious Co-Worker || Harry Styles

Ch43: Doubts

Second update today :) I feel proud.

It's almost Christmas! It's weird because it doesn't feel like it. Am I the only one that's not in the Christmas spirit?

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Chapter 42: Doubts

Harry's POV

"What the hell?!" Zayn yells while holding his jaw.

"She's my girlfriend for fuck sakes! You can't just come and kiss my girlfriend!" It feels like steam is coming out of my ears and nose. That's how pissed I am.

"Whoa, what?" His face flashes with fear. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Skylar never mentioned she had a boyfriend, I just assume-" I give him the deadliest glare.

"Just get the fuck out of here and don't you fucking dare come back!" I yell at him as he jogs away, still holding his jaw.

"What the fuck was that?!" I hear Skylar say. I turn around and she's fuming.

"He fucking kissed you, how else was I suppose to react?"

"Not by freaking punching him in the face!" She turns around and stomps back into her house. I follow and her to find her pacing the kitchen.

"He can't just kiss you like that." I say a bit more calmly.

"The poor guy didn't know I have a boyfriend. Do you think he would really do that if he knew that I'm taken?" She counters back.

"He might, how would I know?" I sarcastically say.

"You are a dick. You can't just punch people like that!"

"You are acting like Zayn didn't even kiss you."

"Ugh!" She screams then pinches the bridge of her nose. "You can't just punch people, Harry!" She gets a cookie on the counter and throws it at me. "Just leave." She points at the door. I look into her eyes and see tears forming.

"Sky." I take a step towards her. I just want to hug her right now. I don't care if Zayn kissed her anymore. Just by seeing her like this makes me realize that if I have her that's all that counts.

"I said leave, Harry." She quickly wipes her tears away. "I don't want to see you right now." I stay still not wanting to leave. "Leave!" She throws another cookie at me.

Without another word, I turn around and leave her house with my head down. I feel ashamed. I'm such a fucking twat! I never do the right things!

And it hurts more knowing that Skylar is right, I shouldn't have acted like that. There could have been other ways to deal with it instead of punching him in the face. And now I look like the fucking bad guy. And I know for damn sure that Skylar is going to go after that dick head.

I always mess things up. Always! I laugh bitterly while walking to my house. Yeah I always mess things up, just like what our matching tattoo says.

Skylar's POV

"Fucking Harry and his fucking actions." I says as I wipe the tears that manage to escape while getting up from my position on the floor against the kitchen counter. "Fuck you, Harry." I mumble as I snatch my phone on the counter. "Fuck you." I say again as I walk to the front door. "Fuck you." I say for the final time as I put on my shoes.

I exit my house and lock the door behind me before walking to Zayn's house. Thankfully I won't be passing Harry's house.

My phone goes off and I take a huge inhale of air. I let out a sigh of relief once I find out that it's my mum calling. I thought that it was Harry.