That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

WARNING: Jason is mentioned again.

I LOVE YOU.

* H a r r y *

      It was only minutes after Darcy left my house, or did she? Finally, I open my bedroom door to see my family back in Chesire here like my mother told me earlier. I was still in my PJ's because honestly I didn't give a fuck how I look. Two pairs of arms pushed me back before I laid foot in the living room floor.

"Go back in there and change." Growled my mother and turned with a smile out in the living room.

      I did what she told me, and went inside my room to change into a white v-neck with a khaki blazer with my dark skinny jeans along white converse I haven't wore since the longest. As for my hair, I made into an attempted quiff but, my god damn curls kept peeking out only making groan.

      My little alert message dinged, made my hands that were once in my hair drop to my phone.

/Jason:

*>> She's mine.

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     The picture of how she looked awhile ago was recognizable. How did he get so close that quick? How did she fall so quick? By the picture she was smiling wide, revealing her everyday big white smile. The thing is that she was the one who took the picture by her arm close to the flash.

I was stunned, mad, and confused.

//REPLY:

*>> What do you want from her? <<*

/Jason:

*>> Her. <<*

      I left my room and stopped before, walking to my living room. Why was I nervous to see my own family? Was it my changes? Was it because of how they will think of me? Gulping, I walk out and see my cousins, aunts and uncles.

      They all were quite happy to see me, pleased by how 'handsome' I have grown which made sorta weirded out. With small talks and all, I decided to look for my mum who was in the kitchen.

"Mum." I sit in the counter and she tried to make me jump off like if it was something new for her which it wasn't. "Is this chocolate cake?" I gasp. "You know how much I love chocolate cake." And take a little piece, making my mum slap my hand from preventing me to snatch the cake.

"It's for the Wildes." She puts her hands on her hips.

"For the wild?" I tilt my hand not really knowing what she meant. "Why would you take this-"

"Don't be absurd baby," She pinches my cheeks. "It's for Darcy's family that is their last name, Wilde. Since Carine gave us some tamales to eat in a little while ago, when Darcy came."

"Do you want me to take that? Okay." I quickly reply, hop off the counter before I even hear my mum speak.

      Forgetting my sweater, I jog over to her home which seem to have more cars parked than my house.

       Three knocks at her door and the door opens when I see a pretty girl open the door. She was stunned by my appearance as she struggled to maintain eye contact with me.

"Um hi." She recalls. "Happy Thanksgiving, you must be my aunts neighbor, Harry."

Damn that Mary, I told her not to tell anyone. She's getting it.