Unexpected Love || Harry Styles Punk

Chapter Fifty-Five

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Meredith's P.O.V 

I woke up to the bed empty. I laid my head down back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling wondering. I had the weirdest dream and finally it had nothing to do with Harry. Thank god. I am tired of me of all people having these dreams. It was so movie-like and confusing. I sighed before pushing the warm duvet off my body and getting up. I stretched remembering last night's orgasm Harry gave me. It's weird how he can only make me feel that way. 

But where does that leave us? I'm practically giving him another chance without thinking it over first. This happens all the time and I don't want it to end up like shit all the time. 

I needed to know what Harry and I are. I'm already confused with my life and I need at least one thing out of my long ass list of confusion. 

I tied my hair into a messy ponytail before wandering out the room to find the curly and cheeky guy who left me in bed by myself this morning. I heard irritated groans coming from the living making me walk over there. 

His chocolate brown hair came into view. He was sitting on the couch and focused on his phone. It seemed like he was playing a game. I raised my eyebrows before quietly walking behind him. He didn't notice me yet so I took advantage of that to look at what he was doing. 

I shook my head lightly as I saw him playing "Flappy Bird". My eyes widened when I saw what number he reached. 

47.

How can he go that far without dying? I can't even pass number 10! Before I knew it, I bent down with my mouth to his ear and yelled really loud making him jolt up. 

"LOSE!" I yelled. His phone dropping from his hands making it fall on the carpet and he jumped up and turned to me. My loud laughs filled the room as I held onto my stomach. His face was shocked, surprised, and everything in the book. It was simply priceless! 

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He exclaimed tugging on his curls. My laughs calmed down a bit but I was still chuckling. I sat down on the couch as he stood in front of me waiting for an answer. 

"Answer me," He growled glaring at me but I knew he was playing. "You beat my score," I pouted making the innocent face but that was kind of hard since I was dying to laugh again. 

"And that gives you the reason to make me go half deaf?" He questioned rubbing his left ear. "Wait you didn't go deaf already?" I teased making him grunt and plop down next to me. He grabbed his phone and started playing. 

"What do you want to do today?" He questioned while still playing. 

"I don't know. We can just-" I was going to answer him but was cut off by the sound of my phone going off on the table. I got up and grabbed it before looking at the caller ID. 

Michael.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion. Why was he calling me? 

"Who is it?" Harry's voice asked. 

"Michael," I answered before telling him to be quiet. I tapped the 'answer' button before putting the phone in my ear. 

"Hey Mikes," I greeted. 

"Where the hell are you?" I heard Michael grumble. Whoah what the hell got in his pants today? 

"Michael what happened? Why-" 

"Answer the damn question!" He barked. That took my back. Was he on his period or this is how normal people talk to each other on the first day of the New Year? I looked at Harry who was staring back at me. He gave me a questioning look but I just put my finger up and walked to the kitchen.