Behind The Shades - Harry Styles (Completed)

Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

I put the phone back into my jacket pocket before Chris moves his head closer to mine, giving me a kiss, indicating that he wants to continue the make out session. Unfortunately for him, I was no longer in the mood.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Nothing.” I give him a fake smile.

I just can’t believe I said ‘love you’ to Harry! OH MY LORD! I SAID THAT!

Chris tries again, but I move back, in return he gives me a confused look.

“I’m just not in the mood.” I say quietly.

“Okay. Well do you want to go in or you comfortable here?” He asks.

I realise now that he’s hard underneath me, “I-I think I should go.”

“Okay sweetheart, I’ll just get your stuff from the boot.” He says as I get off his lap.

I open the car door as he leaves the car; I get out and go to the back of the car, I take the bags out of Chris’ hold and give him a kiss before I turn.

“I’ll call you.” He calls from behind.

“Okay.” I say over my shoulder.

“I love you, Alex.”

“I love you too.” I say before turning back to face him and stealing a kiss.

“Bye.” I say quietly as I turn back once again to go home.

I walk into the house and lock the door behind me, "I'm home!"

"Upstairs!" Hazel calls from upstairs.

I take the bags with me and leave them in my room before going into my sister's room. We talk for a few hours before I remember that I forgot to call Harry. I check my phone, it was half nine, I had a text from him.

Harriet: *You're still busy?*

Sarcasm. I leave my sister to get back to whatever she was doing and walk into my room; I quickly text Harry.

Me: *Is it okay if I call you after my shower? x*

I find some pyjamas to wear then check my phone to see if he replied; he did.

Harriet: *Oh, you remembered now?*

I think he's a tad bit pissed off, I'll just leave it. I have a quick shower then get dressed before calling him.

"Hey." I say quietly when the ringing tone stops.

"Mhm."

"How are you?" I try.

"I'm fine." He says shortly.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I just forgot."

"Whatever. I don't care." He pretends as if it didn't affect him.

I roll my eyes before changing the topic, "Tomorrow's Thursday."

"Yeah, and?"

"So I guess you're not picking me up?" My mood goes down.

"I didn't say that." He says in an accusing tone.

I run my fingers through my wet hair, "Harry, I can't be bothered. Talk to me like normal or talk to me tomorrow. You choose."