When everything falls apart

A game...

A/N 

So sorry guys we haven't updated in ages i know... 

We've had so much on homework, beach houses (and down there there's no internet) it sucks right so here's a chapter it's short but it's getting better we promise 

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Harry’s POV

Watching her laugh and giggle at my ideas for our speech makes me roll my eyes half the time at myself trying to ignore the fact that it makes me chuckle. Her hair spilled around her shoulders and resting on my black shirt makes me want to make her agree to my early proposal. I lick my lips running a hand through my hair while I watch her bite her lip in concentration. “Stop,” I murmur she looks up cocking her head. “Stop what?” I roll my eyes crawling towards her while she straddles my waist. “Biting your lip,” I run my hands down her back and watch her shiver. “Wow I really turn you on don’t I styles?”

“That really is something to be proud of.” I tease she swats my arm playfully rolling her eyes. And of course biting her lip. I groan she giggle leaning forward and taking my bottom lip between her teeth. I chuckle as she grabs her notepad that is of course pink. 

“Okay so far we’ve got....good morning.”

“Pretty good I say.”

“Harry,” she whines flopping onto her belly pouting. “What? Do you have any other Ideas?” I ask but she shrugs. “Not really,”

“Exactly my point;”

“We’re screwed.” She declares throwing the note pad in the air. “Let’s play a game,” I suggest knowing how much she loves to win. Her eyes lighten “Our game?”

“So it’s our game now?” I ask a blushing Jay she rolls her eyes sitting up.

 “What do you win?” She asks smirking I chuckle at her dirty mind. “You’re worse than me you know that right?” I tease she blushes shrugging “you go first.”

“With pleasure; what soccer team do you go for?”

“I don’t,”

“I should’ve known.” I groan looking over at her desk covered with pink stationary, notebooks and pencil cases. “Who’s your best friend?” I frown at her question but shrug “Zayn Malik.” She nods “I’ve always liked Zayn.”

“I know. What’s your favourite subject?”

“Art. Have you ever gotten into a fight with anyone?” I feel a serious note has been added behind the question and I really don’t like where it’s going. “Yes,” I reply slowly watching her she rolls her eyes. “Your turn.” She huffs I tilt my head resting my chin on my hand. “Have you ever been in a fight with anyone?” I tease she doesn’t laugh or smile she just shrugs. “I’ve slapped a couple of people.”

 I gulp knowing that was directed especially at me. “Who gave you the bruises?” I look her in the eye while crossing my arms. “I don’t see why it matters.”

“I’m allowed to ask It’s a question.”

“Pass.” Her eyes widen knowing you’re allowed to pass once in this game. She shakes her head closing her eyes. “Fine, I’ll ask you a different one.” She replies bitterly I can feel this has gotten into more than a game while I watch her expression. “How many girls have you slept with?” I feel a little taken aback as I lie on my stomach “I don’t know.”

“Don’t know? Or can’t keep count of?” Ouch.

“Jay...”

“Answer the question.”

“That’s two in a row,” I murmur but she doesn’t care her expression is hard. When I still don’t reply she rolls her eyes. Getting up and pulling my T-shirt over her head. It was a soft toss but it feels heavier when she chucks the shirt at me. “Where are you going?”

“To get changed;” She answers dismissively walking into her wardrobe. I wait the few minutes it takes for her to emerge in denim shorts and a white and blue stripped T-shirt.

“Alright about the speech...” I watch her struggle to continue as her hands shake. “I think it would be easier if I wrote it without any distractions.” I roll my eyes pulling my shirt over my head which smells exactly like her. “I mean alone.” I gape at her as she stares at the notebook in her hands. Her breaths coming out slow and forced.“

"Fine I’m sure I’ll find some other entertainment.” I murmur she snaps her head up eyes burning. “Yeah I’ll see if Jacks around;” I step forward my height towering over hers. “I’ve told you stay away from him.” I growl she narrows her eyes “why do you care? I’m sure your next fuck will distract you enough.” I roll my eyes as she gets up stepping forward arms crossed. “Jack seems nice though sweet almost,” she murmurs her lips near my ear. “Nice body too.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shout so close to pushing her. She looks up at me and I stop shouting her eyes glassed over. She opens her mouth to say something before she clamps it shut.

I feel my temper boil “do you know what maybe Mary’s around I like the colour of my shirt on her skin.” She sucks in a breath turning away briefly before looking back at me. I see a single tear run down her cheek, I step forward to wipe it away but she batts my hand away hard.

“Get out.” She mutters I watch her turn round her cheeks flushed. “Get. Out.” I close my eyes briefly before holding my hands up. “Fine whatever.” I turn round leaving her room and slamming the door shut with a bang. I rush down the stairs and repeat my first action with the front door.

I stop in my tracks in the middle of her driveway. And turn back to her house watching the curtains flutter at the right window. I shake my head and continue walking until I see my house in front of me.