Wrong - Harry Styles

Chapter 27

Indie's pov

All I feel is my mind awake, I roll over and pull the sheets with me. I open my eyes up and the sunlight from outside peeks in from the top of the wall, where a small window is. I look at my phone as I sit up, I pick it up and look at the screen, there is an opened text, it's from Liam.

Liam: sorry I blew you off last the other week, I completely acted like a dick and I was drunk as hell

I furrow my eyebrows at the text, I didn't really care much, it's not like his actions hurt me, he didn't want to party with me, that's not something that I would really hurt over. And.. I blew him off, he's the one who wanted to dance and I didn't.

Me: It's fine, you didn't blow me off, we weren't there together, I was busy with other people anyway

I make it as clear as I can to him that he didn't hurt my feelings in any way possible, I try to be quite blunt with him too. I put my phone on the bed.

I suddenly feel a shock go through me as Harry isn't in the room, did he not come back last night? There are no pillows or set up things on the floor, and he's not here right now.

Last night.. we kissed. It was amazing, I don't know why it was but I have never felt a spark like that go through me, I've never felt more alive but yet oblivious to everything else in one moment. It doesn't make sense though, he has to have an explanation. He is the one who kissed me, but yet has these mood swings where he's nice to me, but then he's rude.

The main question; where the hell is he now? If he left last night again.. he wouldn't have slept with Linsey, would he? I bite my lip and scratch my head as I pull the sheets off my body and get up. My feet are soft on the carpet, I walk across the floor to the bathroom.

I quickly look at myself in the mirror, I look a mess, at least I wasn't wearing any makeup yesterday.

I grab my clothes out and pull everything off, I quickly shove a bra on, underwear and pull a pair of classic blue mom jeans up my legs. I grab a plain white shirt out too, I hold it in front of me and turn it around the right way to shove it over my head.

The door suddenly clicks open and I hold the shirt over my bra, a curly mess and green eyes appears at the frame, his shirt is off and he's in the same shorts as he was last night. He only notices me standing there as he closes the door and looks to me. I stand there with my chest rising and falling quicker than ever, he stares at me, wide eyes.

"You're back." I raise my eyebrows, very sarcastically, trying to seem less.. awkward, uncomfortable. He looks away from me and I quickly and to the floor, why? It's not like he hasn't seen anything like this before. I throw the shirt over my head and tuck it into my jeans quickly.

"I am." His voice is firm.

"Where were you?" I ask almost, maybe I'm just assuming the worst, but what if I'm not at all? "You left last night, then you came back, then you left again."

"I.."

"Linsey?" I snap, clearly he's a loss of words.

"What?" Now he just seems confused.

"You were with Linsey, right?" I assume, he gulps and takes a step towards his bag, which was next to the drawers. 

"I wasn't."

"Then where were you?" I say angrily, zipping my bag up and tuck my hair behind my ear.

"I slept in Kai's room, I thought you'd want space." He chucks a very see through shirt over his head, I stare at his tattoos through the shirt but don't make a comment on anything he's doing. I don't say anything, my anger slowly easing at his words. My trust not easing, knowing that he could be lying.