Opposites attract. (Harry Styles )

Chapter 12. (Edited)

Song:

Bad- The Cab.

Aimee's P.O.V

I am woken up by the sound of my phone going of like crazy. I groan and sit, fuck my back is hurting like hell from sleeping on the floor, we must have fallen asleep last night while watching TV. i reach for my phone, but i don't recognize the number, and usually i don't answer the phone, but this phone number has already tried to call me three times before, so it must be important. It could be Dean calling too. 

"Hello?" My voice is hoarse and croaky from the sleep.

"Hi, is this Aimee?" a girl on the other line asks.

"Yes?" I ask back trying to get her to tell my who she is and why she is calling me.

"My name is Karen, and I am a friend of Harry." She says. What the hell, how did she know that he was here.

"Why don't you call him then?" I ask her.

"Because he has turned off his phone and I really need to talk to him about something important." God, she has an annoying voice. It is so girly and high pitch, I just want to rip her throat out. Maybe I could stuff a pair of socks in her mouth to make her shut up? That would be a little difficult since we are speaking on the phone. But i bet that would make her shut up. 

"I'll try to wake him up." I tell her.

I lay my phone down on the floor; I walk to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water and walk back in the living room. At first, I just drip water on Harry, but he doesn't wake so I take the chance by pouring the whole glass on him. He sits up right away, saying a few curse words, whilst looking around confused.

"What the fuck was that for?" he asks me angry.

"I had to wake you up; some Karen girl is on the phone asking for you. Apparently, it is something important." I tell him. He has a really mad look in his eyes, but i couldn't care less. 

"Why are you answering my phone calls?" he yells. I flinch a little but my anger is also starting to build up it's early in the morning and his girls are calling on my phone, not exactly how i like to wake up.

"I haven't touched your phone; it is where you left it. She called me! And I am wondering how she got my number. Now would you just talk to her, so I can get her annoying voice out of my head! it's too fucking early for this! " I scream in Harry's face, I am just inches away from him now.

Man, I really need to work on my anger issues. Harry doesn't say another thing he just picks up my phone and start talking to her. I have never been the girl to eavesdrop but he is on my phone with her.

I hear Harry say something about her being just his booty call and not a friend, and that she wanted sex from him now was not an important thing.

"She means nothing to me! She is a nobody, and why the hell do you care?" I hear Harry scream.

I feel a pang of hurt, is he talking about me? Am I nobody to him? I at least thought that after theses couple of days that we have some kind of connection. But I guess I was wrong. And especially after our kiss last night, he was so gentle and different, i actually thought that it meant something to him. Apparantly i was wrong. 

I run up to my room to pack my things, the train is leaving in about an hour. I pack a few other things that I have missed, like some clothes and just my writing stuff. I walk downstairs with my suitcase behind me and walk to the wall of pictures. I find the pictures of Dean, laughing and smiling together and me. I miss him so much, I should stay longer and catch up with him, but I have work. The whole wall was most pictures of me and Dean growing up, and a couple of pictures with my parents and me.