I'm Not Sure of My Feelings For You (Harry Styles and Camila Cabello story)

Chapter 42 What Happened?

Harry and I are now driving back to my apartment, to gather my belongings. Quiet music plays inside the car, Harry and I occasionally have a conversation. Small Bump by Ed Sheeran begins to play, and I turn it up.

Harry begins to sing along to the music, as I do the same.

"You're just a small bump unborn in four months....but you have your mother's eyes."

"Want to play 20 questions?" I ask. I'm bored and we have about an hour till we get to the apartment.

Harry shrugs, and focuses on the road.

  "Ok. I'll ask you. How many children do you want?"

Harry presses on the break which causes my body to thrust foreward, Harry's arm stops me from hitting the dashboard.

  "What the hell?" My voice is loud, and I'm scared.

  "What kind of a question is that?" His voice is louder than mine, but I stand my ground.

  "What do you mean? It was just a question, and it didn't involve you to almost kill us!"

  "Yeah well you didn't have to ask that question. I didn't even want to play fucking 20 questions!" He pulls over and faces me.

  "You could've just said so instead of shrugging. Why are you so difficult?"

  "Me? Me! I'm difficult?" He laughs. "Cam you're fucking difficult! Everything has to go your way, I always have to please you! This is the way I fucking am, if you don't like it you can leave."

I feel as if a knife has just been thrown into my chest.

  "I don't want to leave..." My voice is quiet, and pleading.

  "Yeah? Well maybe I want you too!" He runs his hand over his hair. "There is a rental car shop over there. I'll pay for it." He simply states and drives over to the shop.

My chest feels constricted, and I'm not breathing properly.

  "What can I do for you?" An elderly man asks Harry.

  "How much to rent a car?" Harry's tone is flat.

  "$160.99." He smiles at Harry, but Harry doesn't acknowledge it.

Harry throws the money on the counter and walks out the shop to his car.

  "Thank you..." I can barely hear my voice.

I watch as Harry drives away from the shop.

  "My dear, your car is ready." I smile at the man to maybe make up for Harry not smiling at him.

The man leads me to the back of the shop. The car that Harry has rented is a "Hummer". I'm not sure how to operate the car, I'm used to driving Harry's car and my "Honda" in America.

  "Thank you again." I drive away from the shop to my apartment. I really just want to go to the beachhouse and sleep beside Harry, where he can hold me close to him.

All I did was ask him a question! It's like when I first met him and I asked him if he was hungry and he freaked out.

It's not my fault that he is the way he is. Harry is just...Harry.

                   Harry's P.O.V:

Damn. Why did Cam have to ask me that question? I didn't even want to play that shitty game, I just shrugged.

I need to take a breather from her.

  "Hey Niall. What you doing, bro?"

  "Nothing just here with Tori. You alright?"