International Love (Harry Styles Fanfiction) ON HOLD: MAJOR REVISION

Chapter 4

Niall puts his arm around me and whispers in my ear, "Don't mind him, he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed." I laugh trying to hide my squirming. I hate it when people whisper in my ear. It sends shivers down my body. Curse my damn sensitive body. No one seemed to notice but Harry's eyeing me, which is setting me one edge. When the check comes, Niall and I fight over who would pay for my check. While we are busy bickering we fail to notice who did pick up my check. 

"Would you two stop acting like immature idiots, I got it already." We turn toward the owner of the voice with shock on our faces...well mine is mostly frustration. 

"I'll pay you back," I start to hand him the money but he swats my hand away. 

"It's my pleasure." Harry replies with no trace of emotion on his face or in his voice. He just has a blank face. He frustrates me to hell and back. Today has been a long day for having to put up with all this crap he's giving me. He's mentally exhausting me and he hasn't even lifted a finger. This boy is going to be the death of me.  

We go back to the hotel to chill. We end up getting into a game of "Never Have I Ever," the clean version. Some of the boys still can't drink in the US, and obviously being seventeen, I'm not legal yet. "Never have I ever gotten into a car crash." Niall says. I put down a finger. Niall gives me a shocked look, "You've crashed your car?" 

"More like a car crashed into me. The idiot ran a red light and smashed the passenger side of my car." Some people are just scarily stupid. Trying to advert the attention away from me and I notice Louis lost a finger, "So, Louis, care to share?" I ask giving him a devilish grin. 

"Oh, you noticed...I was young and I climbed into the front seat when my mum was bringing the trash out and I put it in reverse and slowly rolled out of the driveway until it hit a tree." I can't help but burst into laughter. 

"No way! My cousins did the same thing except they ran into a basketball hoop." I say through my hysterical laughter. It's Harry's turn next and once we calmed down he went. 

"Never have I ever broken up with someone." Oh, this was news to me. I thought he'd be the one to break it off most of the time. I recall the conversation on the way up here. He did say that he knows how I fell about having to break it off with Andrew. I hesitantly bring my fourth finger down so that there's six left. Harry's staring intently at me while I stare shocked. "What? I hate hurting people's feelings...unlike some people." What the hell? Is that directed at me? That bastard!

"Never have I ever pressured someone into breaking up with their significant other." I go suddenly fuming with anger. The intensity level is getting way out of control. I feel rage course through my veins and I knww that this isn't going to end well. Everyone goes silent with their eyes fixed on Harry and I. 

"Hey! I never pressured you, it has been on your mind for months. Don't you dare turn this on me!" He says getting up. I follow his actions. 

"Who just kept driving while I was bawling my eyes out because I felt guilty?" 

"What are you talking about? I got you ice cream, not just any kind, but your favorite!" 

"You think ice cream can fix everything? Well guess what it doesn't. Words of wisdom would have been better!" I storm out of the room. Shit!...I just walked out of my own room. I walk back up to the door with the little dignity that I have left and my head down. Reluctantly I knock on the door and Harry opens it. 

"I was wondering when you'd figure out that you walked out of your own suite." He scolds me with his arms crossed. Oh, those muscles. Stop it, Willow, focus. Harry and I are sharing such an intense stare down that we fail to notice the other boys scuttled out of the room. This man that is standing mere inches away from me in all his glory is setting my body ablaze with a flame of passion. Not of lust, but of anger. I had allowed this asinine bastard believe that I am compliant. I feel as if it is my sole duty, in this moment, to set him straight. My body has other plans though. One glance at his flexed muscles makes me weak in the knees. I am putty in his hands. He makes me become compliant. What the hell is happening to me? Why can't I make some snide comeback? Have I lost my touch? Surely I haven't. I'm at a complete loss for words. Is this what power he has over me? I'm in way over my head if he can...