~Angel's POV~
"What the hell does that mean?" He shot back.
“People get hurt around me okay? That's why I'm like the plague and you can't be around me.”
“What does that even mean?” he asked more calm now.
“Nothing, never mind.” I was more calm now as well and I realized that I've said too much already.
“No, damn it. Tell me.” He started to get angry again.
“No, you don't need to know.” I bit my nails.
“Angel, seriously. How is it dangerous? Is someone hurting you? You can tell me.” Now he was right in front of my face, staring straight at me.
“Why? What could you do? I mean, you've known me for what, almost a week? It's not like you really care. I'm just Luke's annoying sister.” I snapped, leaving him a lose for words.
“Angel... I-I.. uhh.”
“I though we were going to play video games.” I changed the subject, hoping he would too. He just stared at me, now knowing what to say I guess.
“I thought you said you didn't know how to play?” He finally said.
“Yeah well it's Mario Kart, who doesn't know how?” I mocked him.
He shook his head and chuckled a little, but it wasn't his normal laugh, probably because of the conversation we just had.
He grabbed the controls, handed me one, and set it up.
“Now, the main idea here is to stay on the track and be in first place, okay?” He explained the gist of it.
I just nodded and focused on the screen. I played this game a thousand times before with Shane, so I was pretty good at it.
“I'll go easy on ya for the first couple times.” He said as he hit play.
“Oh so you're some Mario Kart wizard?” I said as my kart weaved in and out, trying to stay on the track.
“Damn straight I am. You're playing a legend.” He said all cockily. It was funny how easily the mood between us could shift from awkward and serious to us messing around with video games.
I just shook my head and did my best at losing for the first couple rounds, which hurt my Mario Kart ego. I always won when I played with Shane, I was a beast, but I wasn't going to let Harry know, yet.
“Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it soon.” He smirked. I could tell he was enjoying winning every round, so the next round, I played normally. I wove in and out of the other karts so fast and kept on the track with ease. I passed Harry with no problem and was soon in first place. My fingers flew over the buttons, in total control. I saw the finish line and pressed down my button and zoomed through it. I won, leaving him with a shocked expression.
I just leaned back on the couch, looking over at Harry, whose mouth was wide open.
“I thought you couldn't play.”
“Skills, Styles. I got skills.” I joked. For once, it wasn't me pretending to joke or be the old me, I actually felt it. With Harry, I felt like I could let go a little bit, which wasn't a good thing.
“Oh, it's on Hemmings.” He started a new game and we were so focused. Each one of us wanting to beat the other so badly. We were bumping each other off the tracks and throwing bombs or bananas at each other.
“Why you little shit.” He says, because I pushed his kart off the track for the eighth time.
I just laughed and continued trying to get my little dude to the finish line, but I got nudged physically, causing me to almost tumble off the couch.
“Really? You're going to stoop that low?” I raised my eyebrows and he just let out a laugh. I sat back up and pretended like I was all into the game and then rammed my shoulders into his, causing him to crash.
“Fuck.” He mumbled, then looking at me with a smirk. “Oi, you asked for it.”
We had an all out battle, then nudging and pushing each other. I think the game was forgotten and we just wanted to see who would push the other.
“Stop it. You're just mad because I was going to win.” I shouted, trying not to laugh as I pushed him over. He fell back against the couch.
“Quite being delusional. I was soooooo going to win.” He shoved me back with a little too much force because this time, I actually went off the couch.
“Oof.” I said, as I landed on the floor, laughing. To be honest, I didn't stop laughing since we started nudging each other. It felt good since it wasn't forced.
“Shit, are you okay Angel?” Harry's face loomed down over me, concern etched all over it.
“I'm fine. Help me up, yeah?” I asked, holding my hand out, which was out of character for me. I never asked for help or let anyone else touch me. I shoved that thought to the back of my mind.
He reached his hand out for mine and I set my small hand in his huge manly one. His hand was so warm and mine fit perfectly in it. Oh my god, did I really just think that? He pulled me to my feet and then gasped.
“What?” I said quickly, looking down to my wrist to make sure they were covered, which they were.
“You're bleeding. Look.” He held up my hand which had dry blood on it from earlier when I was in the bathroom. Fuck, I didn't wipe it off.
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I know this is a very very very short update, but it's only because my mother has been taking away my resources so I apologize. I promise the next update will be much much longer :)x
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