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Jaz is on the side, for those of you who wanted to know what she looks like. Also, sorry for the extended time I took to update. I hope you all like this chapter and another one will be up later in the week to make up for not posting anything recently. Sorry again and thanks for reading!
*Harry*
“Harry,” Sam laughed, tapping at the menu that I held in front of my face like a barricade. “Harry, come on.” She tucked a piece of curly hair behind her ear and adjusted her white tank top with an amused expression. I peeked out from behind the menu to throw a fry at her, chuckling as she glared at me indignantly. “Harry! What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I said with a fake, innocent look. “I’m just having a good time with you, that’s all.” Then, just to bother her, I flicked another fry from my plate to hers. Things with Sam were great… better than that actually. We’d been dating for a few weeks and being with her made me feel like I wasn’t ‘Harry Styles.’ I was just Harry: a guy with skinny jeans and a slightly bad sense of humor. Sam helped me realize that I didn’t need a perfect model of a girlfriend… I only needed someone to laugh with me and enjoy my company.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked curiously, peering over the menu. Her lips curved into a smile and she leaned across the table. “Anything interesting?”
I put my hand over hers so that my fingers covered her own. “Hardly,” I replied, kissing her softly on the forehead. “Just mulling over some tour stuff that’s in question with the guys right now. Nothing fascinating, sorry.”
Sam kissed me back and scanned the menu. “What do you think I should get for dessert?” She asked, running her finger lightly down the list of options. “The chocolate cake sounds really good, but would the cookie be better?”
“Hmm,” I considered. “Well if you get the cake then I’ll have some too…”
“Can I get you anything for dessert?” A waitress asked, interrupting our conversation.
“Yes,” I began. “We’ll have a chocolate... Jaz?” She looked different from the last time I’d seen her. With light brown-blonde hair and a messy bun held in place by two pencils, she didn’t exactly fit the description of a stereotypical criminal I’d remembered.
“Dimples?” She chuckled uneasily. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m… I’m just eating. What are you doing?” I wanted to ask her about the police. And I wanted to make sure she was okay, but I knew my concern wasn’t welcome.
“I work here now.”
At this point, Sam, who presence I’d forgotten for a minute, asked, “Do you two know each other?” I knew it seemed strange. Clearly things weren’t sorted out between Jaz and myself.
“I-yeah,” I said. “We met a little bit ago.”
“What?” Jaz asked, incredulously. “That’s what our relationship meant to you? We went through so much and you just cast it aside like we’d only met a few days ago? How could you be so horrible?”
I stared at her, dumbstruck. Where in the world did she come up with this story? “Excuse me?” I questioned. “What relationship?” My gaze darted to the side to find the entire restaurant witnessing our exchange.
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Fanfiction[SCATTERED UPDATING] I used to say trouble found me. I might not have joked so lightly had I known that, one day, She really would. ==== *She was a highly trained killer, wanted for certain information. *He was one of the biggest international...
