My Future (Harry Styles)

Chapter 20- Picture

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The rest of the day goes fairly quick. I stuck with volleyball for fitness. I saw Chris in the same class and I'm happy I have at least one person to talk to. He's on my team and he's team captain. The only thing about him is that he's really competitive. I packed up all my belongings and I was ready to go back home. I put my blazer on and left the building. The front lawn was filled with students walking here and there. Some kept looking at me but I just ignore it.

I walk up to Harry's car and unlock the back door to put my stuff in the back seat. When I close the door I back up into someone.

"Oh I'm sorr- Chris?"

"Oh hey! I didn't know it was you. Looks like were parking neighbors. Nice car."

"Oh um it's not mine. It's Harry's."

"Tell him he has a good taste in cars. This beauty is mine." He points to his white car with gold stripes and looks like a mustang convertible. "This beauty, is my 2002 Ford Mustang Convertible. My dad got it when I was 11 years old and I wanted one ever since."

"That's nice. I have a Mustang myself."

"No way. A girl like you has a muscle car?" He laughs and so do I

"Why? A girl can't have a muscle car?"

"I just never meet one who has one. What model?"

"2011 Ford Mustang "GT."

"Good taste. Well I gotta run. See you tomorrow."

"Ok bye."

He opens the diver side door and went in. I did the same. I think me and Chris will become good friends. It will make up for everyone talking about me. I drive home and pick up some cake for later. I stop at a bakery that Harry use to work at and picked up a double chocolate cake. His favorite. I drive home and find my car clean in the driveway. He must have washed mine as well. I pull out my phone and send a message to all the boys, telling them to come over for some cake and a movie. Just to hang out. I opened the door, still regretting not taking a jacket and open the front doors to the house. I take off my vans and blazer and hang it neatly up. I just can't seem to shake off what Harry said before. It just tugged on my heart strings and I somewhat forgave him. I place the cake on the kitchen counter and walk into the living room where Harry was watching tv.

As I entered the room he put his hand up in the air, signaling me to stop. I do. His cheeks are red and his eyes a vivid green. What is going on? I pull my attention to the tv where my picture is on the screen. The only thing is, I'm not the only one in the picture. Chris is there too.

"Is Harry's new girl already cheating on him, only a few weeks they've been dating?" The news anchor said.

You've got to be kidding me.

"Harry, that's a -"

"I really don't want to hear it." He said calmly. His cheeks aren't red anymore and he calmed down.

"Well, I'm sorry, but you're going to hear me." He doesn't look at me, but pats the seat next to him on the couch. I sit down and begin to speak.

"He's just someone who helped me find my way around campus. I swear we did nothing."