Who Won The Girl (Harry Styles)

Chapter 40

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[Ross' P.O.V]

It's Wednesday. Museum night it is.

It's almost like this museum is cursed. Here I was, like last time, waiting in the car for any sign of Molly. I thought we worked things out but clearly not. I sit in the car playing with rubix cube, glancing up every few seconds.  I don't even attempt to think of possible reasons of why she's not here, trying to comfort myself in nonsense. 

''Alright Harry,'' I mumble to myself. ''I knew you were up to something.''  I immidiately turn on the car and drive off from the damned place, making my way back home. I was fuming with anger. Mostly because I didn't trust myself, I trusted Harry rather. 

In a matter of minutes im storming into the house, up to our bedroom. I kick the door open and he doesn't even flinch. 

''What are you doing?'' He furrows his eyebrows. 

''You know what you've done!'' I yell. I put my glasses safely on the table to my side and roll my sweatshirt sleeves up. I don't think I come off at least slightly intimidating, as Harry's deep chuckles fill the room. 

''What the hell is wrong with you?!'' I shout again. How can he be laughing when he's done this again?

''Why are you doing this?'' He's still laughing. He sits up and watches me pace back and forth, building up the courage to do something.

''What do you mean why have I done this?'' I lose it and take the remote out of his hands. I lift it up with force to smash it, but end of gently tossing it on the other bed.

''You got me there,'' He shakes his head. ''taking the remote off me.'' For a second I thought he was owning up, but turns out he was being his sarcastic self.

''Answer my question.'' I demand. 

''I don't know what you're talking about.'' I can tell Harry's trying to keep his laughter in as I'm pacing up and down the room, my body sweaty and hopeless. He purses his lips together and glares at me. 

''I know you told Molly lies about me again didn't you,'' I assume. 

''What the-'' Harry starts.

''You have!'' I yell, interrupting him. ''You've done it again! I thought we were even but it's on!'' I'm going insane and he knows it. 

''I hate to say this but I haven't.'' He gets up. I attack him and he brushes me off so easily, walking out of the room. 

''Who was it then?!'' I run after him. 

''What's going on here?'' My mum questions, her eyes widening. 

''He's an idiot!'' I point at Harry. All my anger I've built up towards him for my whole life is being released in a night. 

''What the hell?!'' He turns. ''I've been calm about you're annoying behaviour for the past 30 minutes, wait no, past 17 years of my life! Don't take advantage of it.'' 

''Mum he keeps telling Molly lies about me so we don't ever have a relationship.'' I decide to take the childish route. 

''Harry-'' My mum raises her eyebrows.

''Ross should I tell her about that little notebook?'' His now angry faces turns into a satisfied smug face. 

I stay silent and my mother stands in confusion. 

''Good then,'' He clears his throat and goes back upstairs. Why didn't he tell her?

[Harry's P.O.V]