Knocked Up II. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 8

The concert was actually really fun to watch. I had to leave in the middle because Jack was a bit stressed out, so I left and tried to relax him. I text Harry to let him know that I was leaving to the hotel, I wanted Jack to rest in a peaceful environment. Now he is sleeping peacefully in his crib after a warm bath and a bottle. I'm tired as well, but I don't want to sleep yet.

I take my laptop out and write, this time I'm writing something short, just to distract my mind.

In about an hour or so, Harry arrives to the room. I keep my eyes attached to the screen, but my fingers stop typing. 

"Hi there, babe." He stops next to me, placing a kiss on my head. "Still up?"

"Yeah." I say, closing the tab for a moment.

"I'm going to take a quick shower." He says already walking away. "I'll be right back."

He goes inside of the bathroom leaving the door open. I sigh, I don't know why I'm feeling this way. I feel as if I was mad at him for some reason. Meeting Jen gave me a bad feeling, and seeing Harry falling in her game made it even worse. He's clueless, I'm sure of it.

I keep writing, letting my little rage out. I don't want to let it out on him for no reason.

Is this what jealousy feels like? Because I feel something in my chest I'm not used to experiencing.

Harry walks out of the bathroom, he's only wearing his boxers. He throws himself on the bed, the phone in his hand. I close my laptop, still looking at him. He notices, glancing at me for a second.

"Ready to come to bed?" He asks. Why can't he notices that I'm mad?

"No." I simply say, standing up and placing my laptop inside of its bag.

"Babe, you are one wording me since I arrived." He chuckles, moving his phone away. "Come to bed."

"I need to know something." I stand in front of the bed, he looks at me confused. "How much time do you spend with Jen daily?"

"Er- why do you want to know?" His features go into a face of confusion. "I don't know. Does it matter?"

"It does matter to me." I cross my arms over my chest. "Just answer."

"Babe, I don't know. Some hours a day?" He answers, still confused. "Why are you asking?"

"Because I don't like her." I say, that makes him chuckle for some reason.

"What? Babe, you just met her. She's actually very nice and funny." He defends her and that actually makes it even worse.

"I don't want you spending time with her." I say, I thought I would never say something like this. This is definitely a first to me.

"What? Why?" He sits up, frowning. "It's not like it's up to me anyway. She's our stylist."

"Why are you on her side? Can't you listen to me on this?" I say, my voice raising. "I don't want you around her, Harry."

"Where is this coming from?" He moves his legs to the side of the bed, he then stands up. "Wait. Are you... Jealous?"

I don't respond, I stay in my spot with my arms crossed.

"Seriously? Come on. Of Jen?" He moves one hand pointing at nothing specifically. "You can't be serious."

"Harry, is obvious that she's into you. Obvious!" I say, running my hands through my face. "You just had to see how her mood changed when I walked inside of the room."

"Of course she's not. She's only our stylist." He huffs in disbelief. "She's definitely not into me."

"What kind of stylist sews a pair of pants while the person is still wearing them?" I place my hand in my hip, making a pose. "She was right in front of your... Penis."