Opposites attract. (Harry Styles )

Chapter 5. (edited)

"Ughhhh." I groan as I walk up to my door seeing Harry sitting on the outside. I don't even bother to give him a second glance as I lock up my door and walk in, I close the door behind me but Harry steps his foot in between and gets in right in time.

I rolled my eyes but he couldn't see me. I walked in to my little closet in the hallway to put the party stuff in to hide it from him. I honestly couldn't care less if he saw the things and new what it was for, but I was helping his friends and I know that they would they care if he knew.

"You know it's not nice to slam the door in someone's face." He says with a mocking voice.

"It's not nice to come inside uninvited." I retort back.

He doesn't say anything he just sits down on my couch and pick up the remote and start watching the TV. I don't get how one person can be so rude and obnoxious. I could have never just gone into someone else's home without them inviting me inside, and just sit down like that and watch the TV like it's my own damn house. 

I ignore him and start making a little pasta salad. When the salad is done, I take my favorite magazine and my salad, walk to couch, and sit down. I am still wearing Dan's jacket, but I really lik it, it's just a simple cardigan that is very soft and comfortable. Harry is watching reruns of Friends. There is nothing exiting in the magazine so I just throw it on the table and watch Friends.

"Hey! i was watching that!" Harry yells out as i take the remote and change the channel. 

"Yeah, well i wanna see a chick flick, so deal with it, you are in my house." i tell him as i go trough the channels, and find a movie channel that is showing The Notebook. 

"Well, i ain't watching no chick flick." he tells me, as lays down on the couch going to sleep. But it doesn't take him long before he turns towards the TV and actually watches the movie. 

"Wait a minute, you like this movie?" i say, laughing a little. 

"Why are you laughing?" he asks. 

"Because here you are portraying yourself to be such a badass that has everyone wrapped around his tiny fingers. When in reality you like The Notebook, which shows what a softie you actually are." i tell him as i continue to laugh. 

"For your information, my fingers are not small." he says as he winks at me. 

"God, you are disgusting." i roll my eyes at him and continue to watch the movie. 

After a while of me watching the movie, I felt his stare on me; I turn towards him and say.

"What?" I ask with an annoyed voice. I find it very uncomfortable when people stare it me. 

"Nothing, nothing. I just don't get why you are still wearing that hideous jacket." I feel my anger start to boil inside me.... I take a couple of breaths to calm down so that I won't completely lash out on him, but it doesn't help as he is just sitting there watching TV in my flat that I didn't even invite him in to.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I yell at him, he loos a little bit taken back by my outburst.

"It's just that it is hideous." He says calmly.

"You come in here unvited, you eat my popcorn and drink my ice coffee, and then you start hating on my clothes, what's the next thing? Are you going to start complaining about my weight? Just because I don't have a thigh gap or as flat stomach as all the other girls, huh?!" I felt my anger slowly slippin' away as I had let all that out.

"I.... That is not what I meant, I just meant because of that guy giving you his shirt." Earlier i had changed out of my skirt, t-shirt and cardigan, aand changed into my cozy shorts with pink pigs on, and my fluffy socks, but i decided to keep the cardigan on, cause it is legit as cosy as my fluffy socks. And i never wanna take it off.