That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty


* H a r r y *


        Once my thumb pressed the end call, I brush my hand through my hair, thinking whether to tell Darcy or not. She practically finds me dangerous because of Jason for all I know. Why even bother to ask?

"Going back where you came from? It's about fucking time." Chuckled that accent I hated so much. "Get out of our country, you Brit."

"What?" I grit. "You heard?"

"Every word." Jason chuckled, and just as I was about to grab him he doges my attempt to hurt him. "She doesn't like you, get over it."

"I don't even like Mary." I give him a shove.

"Yeah, sure." He replied sarcastically.

My eyes roll back with a laugh, and tug his tank t-shirt forward harshly, "Don't fucking touch her?"

Jason laughs, "Take a good look at her body." He tucks his hands inside his jeans. "She fucking hot, How can I not?"

"You've touched her!" I yell in front if his face, and Jason does is laugh - like always.

"Calm down British boy." He rolls his eyes. "We've gotten past heavy kissing. She kissed me all over my face, she allowed me to tug her closer to my body. She says she likes me, now I only new her to fall in love with me."

"Shut the fuck up, Jason." I gave him a slight push, and he snickers again. "Darcy is smart enough not to listen to you."

"She stayed over mine, and kissed on the white couch. Oh the memories."

       The moment he finished his last word, my knuckles quickly made contact with his cheek, and before I knew it - my body was on top of him, taking the anger out of me. How dare he say shit like, especially over a good girl like Mary. Sock after sock, I didn't care how much blood gushed out or filled my knuckles. People noticed, and began to rush in to until I was pulled away by some husky workers that were in the department with us. Breathing heavily, Jason was still laughing, wiping the blood dripping from his nose.

      People rushed towards Jason quickly after the scared - terrified looks I received.

"What happen!" The sweet voice I know yelped.

      My stomach fell to the floor, heart has quickened, and if Darcy finds out I did this - she will only push me away even further. Perhaps, even let Jason fall for his fake personality.

      Her eyes focused on me, but then I faced the floor after our second eye contact. Her gasp made me crinkle my nose, and repeated her first yell again.

"Did Harry do this to you?" She said.

       Slowly my eyes were directly contact where she was standing, touching his chest with care and worriment. My eyes caught her smooth gentle actions while touching his nose, and not really minding getting blood on her fingers. That's where it hit me, she does really like him.

       Looking at the people around us, Co-Workers who have seen me around, the ones who have been curious about me since the beginning, were all waiting for me to say something.

       I heard my name being whispered around, and anger flooded in me again. Darcy twist with fury, and angrily scowled at me.

"I am angry!" Once she stated her anger, and by the look of her face - I laughed. Darcy has never looked this inferior before, and to me the look was hilarious. She took a step back by my reaction the quizzical shook her head.

       My grip was was free out of the men who pulled me back, and walked towards Darcy who seemed frozen in front of me. Taking a quick look of Jason, I grabbed Darcy's wrist and yanked her out if the scene.

        Darcy kept trying pull away but her weakness made no effort. I lead her along the least visited spot in the store and threw her in font of me. She almost lost balance, crashing her back against the wall - and her dark brown hair fell to he front of her face once again.

"Are you insane!" I yelled. "Kissing him! Touching him! Sleeping over at his home without going on a proper second date? Are you even Mary? Are you even innocent because right now I see no innocent girl I met from the beginning!"

       Darcy stayed glue to the wall, looking at the floor without a sound alarming towards my rage. Slowly, I began to walk towards in felt of her small frame. Her eyes were still focused on the white floor beneath her, and I can tell she feel me drawing near. Once my body become closer, her face looks up in surprise.

       She pushes me off, but I grab back once again. From the second push - she escaped and ran away.

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* D a r c y *


        After the little immature incident between Jason and Harry, I was now tapping a white cloth on Jason new swollen bruises. He jumped at the places it hurt, and winced in pain while tugging my shirt.

"Why did he hit you?" I asked.

"Because I told him I was going to ask you a question about us going somewhere." He pouts. "I was only going to tell you that I got us airplane tickets."

"What?" I shout.

"For Cambridge." I hear him say and suddenly, I drop the tissue I had in my hand.

"The King College Singers church!!!" I yell.

"Yeah, since you like choir, I kinda figured you'd like this little treat." He said so nicely.

       My arms quickly wrapped around his neck, hearing him slight groan of pain.

"Sorry!" I laugh and back away. "Are you serious!"

"Completely serious." He says.

       Going to the United Kingdom for the first and watch the King College Singers perform will be a dream come true. Gently, I placed my lips on Jason's, feeling so happy he is taking me there.


- December 9 -

        It's been almost two weeks that me and Jason have been together and I am enjoying his sweet gentle persona towards me because of how he treats me. I just cannot wait to explain my relationship is going to my sister because if this is how it feels like, than I consider it amazing.

       Harry has been gone after the little incident from his violent punch to my lovely sweet boyfriend. Why would he even punch him because he wanted to take to Cambridge, and now thinking about the place made me giddy.

"Why so giddy?" Asked Grace as we walked to our English class. "Oh, you're boyfriend." She laughed. 

      I was very giddy about Jason, and when we turn to our English class, Grace says, "Whoa." 

       There was a camera stand next to the door, and a familiar body talking to our English Teacher. Those were long thin legs, tight skinny jeans, with a very tight white button up shirt, and a belt that lifted his tight skinny jeans. If that was possible.

It was recognized him, it was definitely Harry.

"That's Harry." I whisper to Grace's ear.

        Grace raises her eye's and finds him attractive instantly, well Harry is pretty handsome. Our teacher seemed very intensive speaking to him, and as they talked the students walked in very confused. Seconds later, he turns and like a brush of wind ran past my body. he was glowing with radiance because he looked so clean and collected. His green eyes gotten lighter, and his appearance was different.

         Girl in my class began to whisper on how cute he was, but little do they know how evil he is. His eyes began search around the room, slightly turning light pink. Was he nervous? His eyes settled on me and threw me a peace sign.

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Wrote this in a quickness and I couldn't help but to laugh at my end sentance. If you see mistakes it's because I typed fast. LOL comment and laugh

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