Wrong - Harry Styles

Chapter 26

Indie's pov

I make my way to the door of Harry's room. I open up the door, griping the handle, I can't help but stare and blink at what's going on when it fully opens. There is the redhead, her lips on his bare chest. I watch as her mouth latches to his neck, my eyes trail town to his hands that rest almost on her ass. I feel a slight sting of annoyance go through me, the sound of the door slightly creeping brings both their attention to the sound, to me.

"What?" Harry snaps, clearly annoyed by my presence.

"I.. I just came to talk about the sleeping arrangements." I mumble holding my bag in my hands, I'm fearful that it's going to have to be Kai's room now, well.. it's not like I can third wheel these two.

"And?" He raises a brow, the girl groans as his hands move off of her and he looks at me.

"Seriously? Screw off." She eyeballs me and tries to grab Harry's hands and place them on her hips, his eyes are still on me as he does.

"Kai's room it is." I huff in annoyance, still staring at him.

"You know what.. just go." Harry states, sending an even worse feeling than annoyance through me, I look away from him, maybe he is just the jerk everyone says he is, maybe it's him that made himself the way he was, not the world. I don't know if I want to try and find out anymore after tonight.

"Thank god." Her words are mumbled and I swing my body around to walk away, before I can, the clicking of boots comes behind me. A hand latches to my arm, I turn around and look at it.

"I meant you." His eyes move towards the girl, I can't help but feel more shocked and surprised than I ever have been with him. "You need to leave, she's staying."

"What?" Both the girl and I say at the same time, harrys eyes roll.

"Are you deaf? I'm not repeating myself." He doesn't look at me, he stares at the girl and she gives him an angry expression, she shoves past both of our bodies with a huff and mumbles something under her breath.

I stare at him, not knowing what to say. He lets go of my wrist and softly pushes my back to the direction of the room, I gulp as we walk back in there together.

He shuts the door behind him, I place my bag down at the end of the bed and huff slightly. I don't get him, he wants me to leave him alone then he wants me to stay here with him—or at least he's okay with it, does he even know what he wants anymore?

I mean.. I did tell him to leave me alone, I'm terrible. Yet, he is terrible for yelling at me the other week.

"I'm sorry." I huff, I rub my temple a little again.

"For what?" His voice is irritated, he paces a little, he finds his way to the closet, he looks through it and I stare at his bare back.

"For being rude to you before." I tell him. He stays silent. "I don't like him, I didn't do anything with him."

"I wouldn't care if you did anything with him." He turns his neck and his head looks to mine, I can hear the slight hesitation with his words.

He then looks away and down to his feet and presses his palms on the cupboard in front of him, holding his body in support.

"I would.." the words come out fast. His head perks up at the comment.

"Why?" He now swings his full body around but crosses his arms, leaning back against the cupboard.

"I don't know." I stand there and fumble with my fingers, not having a thought out and quick reply.

"Tell me." He presses.