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Chapter 6

Madi's POV

"But I guess Harry means more to you then our friendship, so fine! Get out! And take your boy you with you!" she screams harshly.

I can't hold back the tears any longer. The tears won't stop coming out as I storm through the house, into the theater room, and grab my bag and Harry's arm and run out of that house. Once we get out the door and onto the porch, I fall to my knees and sob. How could I be so stupid?! I didn't mean for anything to go this far, it just kinda... happened. Harry kneels down next to me and gives me a huge hug.

"Everything will be okay. Don't worry, Madi." he assures me.

"I hope so. But I don't think it will be." I admit and sob even more into Harry's shoulder.

We sit on the top porch step, me sobbing into his shoulder, and him, holding me whilst I cry.

"It's getting late and we probably shouldn't stay here." he says after a while.

"Oh no. Where are you going to stay?" I look up at him.

"I'll probably just get a hotel." he shrugs.

"Hmm. Well, you're my guest and I don't think you should stay in a hotel while you're here. We have a guest room in my house." I offer.

"Are you sure it's okay with your mum and dad?" he asks.

"Yeah. I'm sure they won't mind. It's not like you're a terrible guest." I attempt a laugh.

"Okay. Let's go, then." he smiles and nods his head towards my car.

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After about 30 minutes of driving, we finally arrive at my house. I unlock the front door and lead Harry inside.

"Hello? Mom? Dad?" I call. No answer.

"Hm. I'll just text them." I say. Harry and I walk upstairs and I show him to the guest room.

"My room is just across the hall, and the bathroom is next door." I tell him.

"Okay. Can I hang out in your room for a while?" he asks.

"Sure." I smile and we both walk into my room.

"Wow. You're room is so cool." he says, walking in circles in the middle of the room.

"Thanks." I flop backwards onto my bed. He does the same after he's done examining everything.

"Do you really think I ruined my friendship with Allie?" I ask after a few beats of silence

"No. If it was a true friendship, you wouldn't let something like this break you two apart." he says.

"Yeah, you're right. I think I'm gonna give her a day and then go talk to her."

"Good. And I'm really sorry about this. It's pretty much my fault." He apologizes and turns his head to look at me.

"It's fine. Don't blame yourself. It was actually my fault." I look back at him. Next thing I know, we're kissing again. Not that I mind it, I mean who would complain if Harry Styles kisses them? Not me, that's for sure. Then, I hear the garage door open and close, followed by my parents' voices. Crap. I forgot to text them about Harry!