Wrong - Harry Styles

Chapter 23

Indie's pov

"What did you say to Harry about me last night?" She snaps, her head tilting, eyes narrowing at me.

"I didn't say—"

"He completely blew me off, why the fuck would he do that? He's never done that before." It's evident that she's pissed, very pissed and I don't know if she's in a state to listen to me.

"I don't know! I was only there to help him up there, he was vomiting." I tell her. I don't think he was in any state to do anything with anyone, but it still makes my mind wonder why he didn't do anything with her, considering all the things I know he's done with other girls.

"Yeah right." Her body moves away from mine, slightly pacing.

"I.. I don't know what your problem is with me, I've been nothing but nice to you since I met you and you just.. you don't like me." I stammer, starting to grow a little nervous as she spits onto the ground.

Gross.. I hate when girls just spit like that.

"Yeah well you don't fit in our group, you never will, so you should just fuck off before you mess everything up for all of us." Her body moves back into my direction and for a second I think she's going to scream in my face, she doesn't.

"I'm not trying to do that.." My voice is quiet. I would never try to mess their group up.

"Look, I don't care what you're trying to attempt, I mean, look at yourself, faking your look to try and fit in better with the group. You look absolutely ridiculous in whatever the hell you're wearing and the sight is making me cringe." I start laughing at her comment about my clothing, genuinely laughing because she's right.

"Why are you laughing?" Her voice snaps, annoyed.

"Because you're right," I chuckle even harder as she crosses her arms once again. "I look ridiculous in this."

I watch her facial expression, taken back by my comment. "Ruth picked it out for me, it's her clothes, I had nothing else to wear."

"Whatever." I watch her eyes roll, she seems a little speechless. "And for the record.."

A body quickly turns around the corner and moves to our direction, both our heads snap to him before Linsey can finish her sentience.

Harrys facial expression is almost furious, his eyebrows down, a crease forming in his forehead.

"We're leaving, now." He grabs my arm and tugs it towards himself, I look at him, worried, not scared.

"Going already?" Linsey raises her eyebrows and her eyes roll again like they always do.

"Linsey, I'm pissed off, don't piss me off anymore." He warns her, angrier than I've seen him before.

"What? Are your feelings getting in the way?" I watch him snap his head to her, it's like I can see the fire in his eyes.

"The fuck are you on about? If you're angry because I didn't want you last night then you need to grow the fuck up, you're annoying as hell and I can't stand you, you're only around because you're a good screw." I'm taken back by his angry words. I can't blame him, he did warn her to shut up.. but they are such hurtful words.

I pull my arm out of the grip he had on it.

"Yeah well the feelings are mutual." She retorts, looking away.

"There are no feelings, at all, never have been, never will be." He grits his teeth together.

"I fucking know, I don't give a shit about you, both of you can just go to hell." At that, she storms back inside. It leaves Harry and I standing with the cold breeze blowing on us, the sound of cars beeping and small voices from far away filling the air.