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four

Harry POV

It's now 7:48 I left her house 3 hours ago and she still hasn't replied to any of the 5 god damn messages.

I quickly type another one about how much of a bitch she's being but decide to save myself the disappointment of her not replying. She reads every single text message and still doesn't respond.

Since she's not going to text me back I should just go over to her house. I slip on my so called shoes, they are like boots? ish? I mean they have holes in the bottom but I refuse to buy a new pair because I like the way they look damaged. Then began walking over to her house.

it wasnt too far, considering that she lived just next door. It was actually walking distance. but still.

I lifted up her rug to get the spare key, which I told her to specifically not put there because that's obvious as hell. she didn't listen to me, she never really does.

I opened the door and was greeted by the darkness with exception of her bedroom light on where heard laughter coming from. But It wasnt hers. It was a fucking guys laugh. Coming from her fucking room.

Pissed the fuck off I stormed up to her bedroom door to find some nerdy ass junior sitting on her bed and laughing along with her. He's that junior freak in Ashton's band! The stupid one that always sings and shit. He probably thinks he an just pull any girl he wants because he can sing, he can do it to any girl, besides rachel. I'm not standing for that shit.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Shouting at him from the door frame.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

He questioned back smirking at me.

I'd beat his ass any day. He's taller than me which is fucking weird. And he has muscles. and biceps... But I'd still beat his ass.

"Well this is my girlfriends house, so I suggest you leave, or I fucking make you." I spat at him.

"Then why is your girlfriend with-"

He started but rachel cut him off," Im not your girlfriend. And I invited luke, so you need to leave. Now." She got up toward me and lead me downstairs.

"Really Rachel? A junior? He's not even hot! Or popular? Or anything else for that matter!" I towered over her.

"Just because he's not popular doesnt mean shit to me! We're not dating! I'm not dating him nor you! But he's a hell of alot better to me than you are. So maybe I should date him." She rolled her eyes.

"Your making a mist-" I started

"Get out. Get the fuck out. Give me the key. Get out. Now." She pushed.

I threw the key god knows where and slammed the door in her face.