too young for this { harry styles }

Chapter 37.

Harry's POV.

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I can't blow.

Everytime I look into those blue-green irises of that beautiful girl, my body finds a way to have my anger spread to every inch of my being.

I just see her and her only. Her sneaking off to be with someone that isn't me. Her sneaking off to get away from me and my madness.

I want to hate her, but I can't make myself hate her. She's her and she's perfect. And if I can't force myself to hate her, I'll force myself to not love her.

The tattoo wasn't a fucking symbol to mean poison, it's a fucking symbol to mean that I love her, and that's the end of everything.

She looked different today. Her hair wasn't as tangled, her clothes were more stylish, and there was this kind of glow to her face that made an impression of her to be happy. That's why she looked different. She's never happy.

"I want to eat," she whispered.

I nodded. You never tell a girl with an eating disorder not to eat.

Maybe she isn't bulimic anymore, but I still worry about how she used to hate herself. I also worry about her loving herself too much because that's almost as bad.

"What do you want to eat?" I clenched my jaw, trying to ignore my urge to look at her. The more I look at her, the more I fall for her.

I'm dying and living all at once, and somehow she's the reason for both.

I heard her pop the gum she must've put in her mouth. "I want to get some McDonalds."

I laughed at her impulsivity. "Okay."

"Really?"

"Yes," I smiled as I drove the streets of the beautiful city.

I need to find a McDonalds.

I heard the smile in her voice as she chided, "Maybe that's where you were taking me in the first place."

I then told her, "I'm a fucking millionaire. I wasn't going to take you to McDonalds."

"Conceited," she muttered.

"I'm not conceited," I turned the car to the right with a glance at her grinning figure, "I'm self aware."

I saw her nod in the corner of my eye.

"Do you want to go inside or the drive thru?"

She answered in an instant. "Drive thru."

I drove in silence to the designated place for the McDonalds. That's he one thing I've learned in my life of fame: McDonalds are everywhere.

When I got there and the woman asked what we were to order, I felt something on my lap as I struggled to answer the woman's question.

Ivy, leaning over me and now opening the window to the car answered the woman with a grin on her face. "I'd like a Big Mac, a large chocolate shake, two large fries," she paused to look at me, "and a double cheeseburger and an ice water."

"What was that?" I asked, my face full of shock as she walked around the bug to her side of the car.

"I didn't feel like waiting for you."

"Really?"

"Really. Now drive." And I did.

The girl can surly binge. She ate all of the Big Mac and the shake, leaving only a few fries for me. I ate and drove and she sung along to the horrible 90s music on the Greek radio station.