Christy's POV
"How about the Iron Man?" I ask.
"Ugh,he's just put in a machine to be a fake hero. So,no." Harry rolls his eyes,saying.
"Captain America?" I turn my head to face him.
"Fake body,nah." He whispers,looking at me. I giggle at his response.
"You're very hard to please,Mr Styles."
"It's your problem,Miss Hoover." He smirks.
"Excuse me?" I frown,getting up from the bed.
"Well,all people on your list are fake heroes,flirting men..or something like that."
"They're not what you said." I roll my eyes.
"Whatever,come here." He grabs my arm,trying to pull me down to the bed.
"No." I slip my arm from his,frowned.
"Christy." He says after taking a deep breath.
"What?" My arms are crossed in my chest.
"You didn't take my words seriously,did you?" He says in his raspy voice.
"Yes I did." I swallow some saliva. Don't fall into it,Christy. Don't.
Harry doesn't say anything. He's just staring at me,smirking. "I love you." He gets up too,getting closer to me.
And my phone fucking buzz.
He groans. I half smile,looking at the phone. It's Mark.
"Hey." I try to be cheerful.
"You sound happy,what's up?" He says.
"Umm,cuz I can walk farther?" I make a very lame reason.
"Haha. That's good,babe. I'm free now,so I'm coming over."
No,you're not. Not right now.
"No! Uh,I mean,I'm kinda busy right now." I close my eyes. Harry frowns at me. Fuck you don't know I'm panicked now.
"For what?" Mark asks. No,he sounds unhappy.
"Uh,um,my paper sheets. You know I haven't gone to school for a very long time,so I have to make them up." Great job,Christy,great job.
"I still can come over." He says.
"No,I like being alone when doing these."
"Then,fine."
"I'm sorry,Mark." I cross my fingers.
"It's okay babe." After saying this,he hangs up.
I sigh,throwing it on my bed.
"Maybe I should leave now so you can be with that jerk." Harry says it reluctantly.
"You want me to stay with Mark?" I raise my eyebrows.
"Hell no." He rolls his eyes. I laugh. "You're gonna stay."
"Yes,maam." And we both burst into laughter.
***
"Harry was with you all day?" Mom asks. I nod,putting a bite of steak into my mouth.
She smirks,"He is a nice boy."
"He is." I smile.
"Why Mark didn't come but Harry did?" Dad wipes his mouth with the napkin,saying.
"Uh,Mark said he was busy." I stop my motions. Something isn't going right.
"Busy." Dad smirks,turning to Mom," I told you."
