BELOVED [h.s.]

Chapter 3. - Edited.

Harry helped me walking up the stairs, I didn't feel so comfortable to be honest because his hand was on my waist and my arm was hugging his neck. When Kaylee opened the door and realised we were touching she opened wide her eyes and even blushed, before noticing I had an injured ankle.

Then they both lay me down on my bed and Harry walked out my room to call a doctor.

"You have to explain me all of these." Kay murmured.

"Hey, I just sprained my ankle and these boys were there so they just brought me here because they were nice, that's it!"

"Aha," she whispered. "There's something else behind this."

I laughed "sure."

Harry walked again back into the room.

"The doctor will be here in five minutes, he lives near us," Us? Why the "us"?

"You live here? I mean, near our flat?" Kay asked.

"Yes, two squares afar." He answered with a little smile.

Jake called Kaylee and I thought she wasn't going out with him anymore. First, because he was such an asshole and second, because Harry Styles was in our house; but she decided to go and hang out with the jerk of a boyfriend she's got so Harry and I could chat and get to know each other much better.

After my best friend leaving me in the most awkward situation ever, I decided to hand Harry the TV remote control to make at least someone else talk for us.

Dear John was on. I'm not such a romantic movies type of girl but I focus my eyes on it to avoid Harry's presence.

"Do you like this movie?" he asked me friendly.

"Yup. And if you want you can go... you know, to Louise's or something," I shouldn't have said that or maybe I should've. You know, just to clarify stuff.

He just laughed his breath out and then looked at me.

His eyes were so green and lovely, his laughter was even nicer just because of that, oh and the dimples. Why wasn't I blessed with them?

"She is not my girlfriend," she was still laughing. "She is the boys and I's hair stylist. Jesus, what made you think that?"

"I don't know," I did know, but I wasn't going to tell him for sure. And I was stupid again, not because I talk nice to Matt or Carter I am their girlfriend. I was overreacting.

"There is nothing between us, just work... well, she is my friend too,"

The doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone but the doctor and Harry gently went to open the door but instead I heard Carter's voice, why was he there anyways? I never told him where I live.

"Are you okay? Matt told me what happened." Harry came behind him, he was staring at his shoes... he was wearing Crocs and I didn't even know why, I just tried not to laugh at Harry's expression.

"Yes, just a sprain," I smiled at him and tried not to look at Harry.

"Oh, babe," I wasn't his "babe" and we were just friends... why was he calling me that way? He had never ever talked to me like this, something about Carter is different today and it is not just the fact he is wearing Summer shoes in this rainy London.

"How?" he looked at Harry, like blaming him.

"I just stumbled," I explained him but of course he realised he shouldn't be here because he just nodded with his lips pressed on a line.

"Well... I was just here to know you were okay, if you need something just let me know, alright?"

He kissed my cheek and said goodbye but just to me, not to Harry and walked away.