Trouble | Harry Styles (DISCONTINUED)

Twelve

Harry had called me fifteen times to apologize to me all week, but while we were in school he couldn't even be bothered to approach me in person. I would be standing at my locker, see him walk my way and watch as he would turn around and walk the other way as soon as he spotted me. Lilly had been staying with us all week, her and her parents had gotten into an argument and they had told her to leave.

Today was Thanksgiving and I didn't wake up until 11:15, but I could smell dinner cooking already. My aunt and uncle were coming from Utah for the holiday and staying until Sunday. My mom prepared the office and guest room, had the table set with her special Thanksgiving china. When I came downstairs, my mom and Lilly were racing around the kitchen.

"Oh good, you're awake. Help Lilly with the casserole and start making your famous potatoes!" She cheered. I had made really good mashed potatoes one year, ever since it was my responsibility to replicate that recipe. Going on three years and my special secret is just adding garlic powder and a whole lot of butter.

While Lilly and I got to work on the green bean casserole, my mom left to go to the store and pick up last minute items. My dad was in the living room watching the football pre-game.

"So, have you spoke to him yet?" Lilly asked, going over to the sink full of dishes and turning the faucet on. I let out a long sigh, shoving the pan into the oven.

"No. And I don't want to, he has a girlfriend and—"

"Wait, what?" She stopped, my attention turning to the box of instant potatoes.

"You were there, Zayn said he had a girlfriend." I reminded her. She turned to me, her hands dripping soapy water.

"No he didn't. He said she acts like his girlfriend, he doesn't even like her." She corrected, my eyes widening. "He sits with her because they used to know each other and her friends ditched her, so he felt bad."

"Okay fine, but how to you explain ignoring me for almost three weeks?" I pointed, dumping the box into a big glass bowl.

"I don't know, maybe you should talk to him." She suggested. I was getting annoyed at the conversation, so I powered through the ingredients to the potatoes and put them in the microwave. "Em, all I'm saying is to let him tell his side of the story before you decide how you feel."

I stormed up the stairs and slammed the door of my bedroom, nearly tripping over the clothes on my floor. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number, because as much as it infuriated me, she was right.

"Emma."

"Why did you ignore me?" I asked immediately, opening my balcony door.

"I don't know." His voice was raspy, I could hear commotion in the background.

"That's fine, because I know the answer already. I tried really hard to be your friend, you used me and now I serve no purpose." I said through misty eyes, my voice cracked at the end.

"Okay, that's not true!" He argued.

"You treated me like dirt until the pool party, then I was suddenly all desirable? Now you regret it, so you ignore me. You know what? I'm not doing this!" I shouted. The entire time he was trying to say something, but I didn't stop. Then, I hung up.

I felt like crying, my eyes were already burning and I could feel the nausea setting in. I gripped the balcony rail and peered down at the pool, remembering back to the day my relatives came and swam. I wanted them to take me back to Utah so badly, but I also wanted to stay. Was it my new friends or was it Harry, and the way I liked being around him?

I heard the front door open and shut, loud shouting carried up the stairs that indicated my aunt and uncle were here. I composed myself and went back downstairs, Lilly had finished dishes and looked up at me. She mouthed 'I'm sorry', but I replied to her with a hug.