Rain | Harry Styles

2.3

'the coffee's cold, he turned around and said "i hope you know, you're beautiful, have you ever been told?"'

(mirrors - niall horan)

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H.

"What are you doing here?" Ana spoke from beside me, her thumb drawing circles on my knee in attempts to calm me down. Fruitless.

Louis' eyes landed on her and I resisted the urge to leap over the table and wrap my hands around his throat, "Hanging out with my girlfriend 'n' her mates, is that alright?" he asked innocently, and I scowled in his direction.

"Girlfriend?" Ana scoffed, and I blew a breath between my lips.

"Tiff.." Tasha shifted awkwardly, "Are you sure bringing him here was a good idea? I didn't even know you two-"

"Louis and I are together!" her sister's nasally squeak sounded throughout the room, and I was slightly tempted to yank off my boot and hurl it across the room at her.

"What do you mean 'together'?" Tasha swallowed uncomfortably, as I glanced at Ana, and I could tell she was desperate for the floor to open up and swallow her.

I held her closer to me, hoping to provide some sort of comfort - though my muscles felt tenser by the second and I knew I wouldn't be much help.

"Uh, I'm dating your sister - obviously," Louis scoffed, and I couldn't help but envision my second boot connecting with his big nose.

"I didn't know you two knew each other," Ana said awkwardly, and Tiff shrugged.

"We met at lunch the other day, when somebody lost his temper," she explained, shooting me a glare. I looked beside me, and then behind me, as if I was unsure of who she was talking about, causing her cheeks to redden further, "whatever," she scoffed, linking her arm with Louis'.

I couldn't help but notice the cuts and bruises covering Louis' face, and I couldn't hide the smirk on my face. Sure, I felt bad for upsetting Ana the way I did - but I didn't regret pummelling his face into the ground days ago. I knew Ana noticed my smirk when she leant and whispered into my ear to cut it out.

"Well," Louis spoke up, "What's happenin', then?" He took a seat on the empty couch, Tiff falling into the spot next to him as I grimaced. An ugly couple if I'd ever seen one.

Ana shifted uncomfortably, before standing up, "I'm getting a drink. You want anything?"

"Grab me a beer," I said, before adding, "please." She shot me a disapproving look; she was wary of my drinking, and I didn't blame her, though I still tried to assure her, "it's only one, baby. I'm fine."

"I'll go with you," Tasha said hurriedly, following Ana into the kitchen, and leaving me alone with Tabatha and Louis. Great.

"So, Harry, what's new with you?" Louis flashed me a bitter smile, and I wrinkled my nose.

"Bite me," I spat, fishing my phone out of my pocket to look through my messages.

Liam: Where are you rn Harold

Liam: Your fucking mum is trying to make me eat her tuna casserole pLEASE SEND HELP

I rolled my eyes, quickly sending a reply.

Me: I'm at Ana's friend's house, like I told you.

Me: Just eat it and praise her. That casserole is her pride and joy.

Liam replied within seconds, as Ana and Tasha walked back into the room, Ana handing me a beer and settling back beside me.

Liam: um ADDRESS??? I can't stay here man this is cramping my style so much