My Night With Harry Styles ((ON HOLD))

Chapter Three

I stared at him dumbly. 

“There’s no bloody way Im staying with you - I hate you! And you don’t even care about me! At least Louis cares! I..I wish it was HIS baby instead of YOURS!” I yelled. 

Harry looked like I had slapped him. 

He then stepped up close to me, our bodies touching, his hands holding my neck and the back of my head. 

“Well. It’s NOT his Gemma. It’s MINE. And I’m not letting Louis take the credit for fixing this situation. Im taking care of it. And you. You’re mine too.” 

I looked away from his electric green eyes. They were making my head spin. 

“No. I’m not. According to YOU I’m just some stupid slit! You can’t…you can’t call me a slut and then say I’m yours. Because I am NOT yours Harry Styles.” 

Harry was still staring at me, I could feel his eyes on me. But I wouldn’t look. I refused to. 

“I’m sorry Gemma.”

He said it so quietly that I wasn’t sure if I properly heard him. 

“Please look at me Gemma….”

I slowly lifted my eyes to his, holding back tears. 

“Why?” I asked, my voice cracking. 

“You’re not a slut..I didn’t mean that…” 

I rolled my eyes. 

“Then why did you say it?! In front of everybody?!” 

He looked down and away, biting his lip. 

“I…was upset…how was I supposed to feel?! I…actually liked you. And…that night WAS amazing. And you left. Not even saying goodbye. I just woke up and you were gone. And then I see you, like three months later, all over my best friend RIGHT in front of me. It was…slightly upsetting…” 

I bit my lip and looked down at the ground. Harry chuckled and tipped my head up to look at him. 

“You really shouldn’t do that.” he said quietly with a small smile. 

“Do wha-” he cut my off by kissing my softly. 

“Biting your lip.” he mumbled against my lips. 

I tore myself away from him, eyes wide. 

“Why did you just do that!?” I was freaking out. 

Harry looked at me confused. 

“Gemma I thou-”

“No Harry. DON’T. I. Don’t. Like. You. I told you that from the moment I met you.” 

Now it was Harry’s turn to roll his eyes. 

“Saying you dont like someone, kissing, then two minutes later, and then going BACK to their apartment and sleeping with them sort of cancels out saying you don’t like someone” he growled. 

I smirked. 

“If you thought I liked you, and it meant something you were wrong. You told me in the restaurant that it meant nothing to you. Why should it have mattered to me?” 

Something flashed in Harry’s eyes and he grabbed me, yanking me against him. 

“You’re telling me that it meant absolutely nothing? You didn’t feel anything…?”