TROUBLE

Chapter 5 "Work a lot harder"

I heard dishes moving in the kitchen and I rolled over, pulling the pillow over my head to block out the noise. It fucking pissed me off that Harry woke up so early on random days. It would be like five times a month when he wake up at the crack of dawn for literally no reason. He's fucking weird.

"Summer!" He yelled from downstairs. "Summer, wake the fuck up! Don't make me come up there you lazy shit."

 Wow, what a wakeup call "FUCK YOU HARRY! I'LL STAY HERE AS LONG AS I WANT."

"NO YOU WON'T. YOU HAVE TO GO TO WORK! AND I HAVE TO DRIVE." I groaned. He was right, and I hate when he's right. I rolled out of bed and walked sleepy out of the room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Harry was making bacon and pancakes while someone else was sitting at the island. He never had visitors; I didn't even think he had friends. This explains the footsteps I heard upstairs.

He turned around to look me, with a weirdly not-mean expression. He quickly fixed that when he realized I was waiting for him to say his morning insults on my appearance.

"I told you you'd have an ugly bruise. Sadly it didn't do anything to help you look any better. You're going to get made fun of."

I wasn't in the mood to fight back; I was more interested in his friend who was curiously letting his eyes scan over me. I smiled at him but spoke to Harry, "Who's this?"

His friend smiled back, "I'm Zayn." His voice said through plump lips. Well Zayn, you're fucking gorgeous, if I do say to myself. His hair was tucked away in a beanie, and he flashed me a smile, showing off his white teeth. 

Harry snapped his fingers to get me to look at him. "Hey. Don't check him out."

I cocked an eyebrow but kept my eyes on Zayn's. He is absolutely gorgeous. "Why not?" I said arrogantly. This is rare for a guy to show interest in a girl like me...so I might as well play it up while I can—aka before he comes to his senses and forgets about me. As usual.

"Because I don't want you giving him your herpes." His voice was getting angrier by the second but I didn't care; Zayn and I were having eye sex. "Is that my shirt?"

"Yup." Still, Zayn and I continued to scan over each other. His brown eyes scanned over my bare legs and I felt myself going warm as he looked me over. 

"Don't wear my clothes. You'll get your ugly all over it." Great insult, Harry. You got me good.

"You can wear my clothes if you'd like...." Zayn said slowly.

"Or I could just not wear anything." Zayn laughed showing his cute little smile again. Jesus...

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of Harry's hand clenching around his water bottle. I turned to see what his problem was and he gave Zayn probably the scariest look I'd ever seen.

"Ok, I'm sorry..." Zayn quickly turned away from me. Harry smiled and looked at me.

"Put some clothes on. No one wants to see that."

"I hate you."

"Believe me, the feeling is mutual."

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I’ve been back from work for ten minutes—ten—before Harry walked into my room, letting the door smack against the wall, just making a big fucking scene. "What the fuck is your problem?" I said.

"Zayn just left."

I squinted at him, "Okay?"

He paused for a second, "Do you like him?" He seemed angry at me already...I'm so sick of his fucking attitude.