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Ch 37. Chocolates

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Songs for this chapter:

I Got You - Leona Lewis

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Chapter 37 - Chocolates

Harry's POV

"Why are you so nice to me?" She asks through the cracked up voice.

"Because I.. I don't know." Why am I nice to her? "I have feelings for you, why won't I be nice?"

She's still standing there, one of her hand covering her mouth.

"Yeah," she shrugs lightly and closes her eyes. Her hands reaching up to cover her face. I don't move or say anything. I know what people have been saying about her all day. And to be honest all they literally talk about is her being a whore when it is me who is doing things.

I swear if someone has a nerve to say anything about her, I will break their fucking neck.

It's bothering me to see her cry.

"Steph," I softly her pull into my embrace again. Her cheek pressing to my chest, "stop crying."

No response, just the slight whimpers and hiccups of her crying.

She pulls after some seconds, wiping her tears with her palm before looking up, "I'll just go and change." I continue to stare. "I'll meet you in the parking lot.

"No you go along with Nicki," I insist, sighing.

"No it's okay I-"

"No Stephie, just go with her. I'll call you later. I should just go now." She frowns and her face is dry now. But the glossiness in her eyes stays.

"Are you mad at me?" Yes.

Still I lean down and lightly press a kiss to her nose. She looks up with sparkling eyes and a deeper shade of red covers her cheeks.

I love this. I absolutely fucking love her making her feel like this.

"Take care," I say before turning around to leave.

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Stephie's POV

I move my pen between my fingers as my mind tries to process the solution of the maths problem that is laid out in front of me. The pen falls to the ground when I hear the doorbell ringing.

I sigh and look up at the clock before getting up. It's 10.30, who will be here this late? Let's just hope the neighbours aren't complaining about the loud music again.

Sliding my specs down and putting them on the table I walk to the door. When I open it, Harry stands there with a small basket in his hand.

I already judge that a huge smile has made it's way to my lips.

"Hey," he smiles and steps inside, shoving his shoes down in the process, he heads to my room without even looking back.

Well, why not consider it home Styles?

I close the door and make my way back towards my room. He stands beside the table, picking on my books.

"What are you doing here this late?" I ask, puzzled.

"I'm just gonna spend the night with you. Problem?" He pulls up an eyebrow and makes his way closer to me. He pecks me once on the lips before turning around, smirking.