Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 37

hello my lovelies!

i have published a short story called prison guard, it's a liam payne fan fiction. it would make me very happy if you checked it out, thank you xxx

also i have written this story mostly from harry's point of view lately. i'm sorry if some of you miss sydney's pov, if you want to know what's going on in sydney's mind, just let me know. i will try to write more from her point of view. but let's see how that works out...

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HARRY'S POV

Fuck.

Not again. Not this again. I'm so tired of chasing after her. Every time we have a little fight, she storms out. If she's trying that Barney technique,  "you can't fight if you're not there", it's not working that well. When I find her, there's going to be a fight. I'm going to yell, she's going to yell we are both going to yell until our voices are calm and we go back to our apartment. That's the way it is. Or I just stay here, wait for her to come back but it's going to end the same way. It always ends the same way.

I really don't have the energy to run after her. Playing with Belle was more exhausting than I thought it would be. I thought babysitting meant just sitting on a couch, watching tv maybe make out with Sydney while they were napping but oh no, I had to fucking play with her. I'm not really complaining. It was kind of nice. To play with her. Not the playing. No, I hated that.

I decide to call Niall, see if Sydney has already called him. Usually she goes to him. I pick up my phone, dial his number and wait for him to answer.

"Hello?", he answers.

"Hey, has Sydney called?"

"Again? Really Harry? Is it just me or have you two been fighting more recently?", Niall usually chuckles but now he just sounds annoyed. He's really getting sick of our fighting.

"Just answer the fucking question!"

"No, she hasn't called me. Maybe she's going to Kenneth's"

"No. She's not going to Kenneth's. She knows how I feel about him", I mumble. Niall starts laughing, his laughter echoes through the speaker. I guess he's in a bathroom, at a club. I'm hearing muffled music pounding from the other side of the line.

"Why would she care? You know, I really think they would be a cute couple", he says and I can feel my fists clenching even though I am not doing it in purpose.

"Really? You know what he does for his job!"

"You do the fucking same thing!"

"Not anymore...", I sigh.

"Yeah, you don't do that anymore but you still do sell drugs. You two have the same job.", he points out. Just shut the fuck up.

"But you know what he does to those girls, even I don't do that anymore I am fucking done with that shit. To be honest I feel terrible about it"

"Harry Styles, when have you started caring about people?", Niall asks. I know he's smiling, I just know it.

"Not a long ago", I say and hang up the phone. How dare he say that they're a cute couple.

I decide to call Kenneth, just to make sure that I get there on time before anything happens.

"Hey"

"Is Sydney coming over?"

"No. Why are you asking?"

"How do I know that you're not lying"