I legitimately wrote this chapter listening to Is there somebody who can watch you by the 1975 so I'm sorry for that but that song just is beautiful.
Chapter 8 || Temptations
V e n i c e
My alarm started blaring Is There Somebody Who Can Watch You by The 1975, telling me that it was Monday, which meant school. Sure I was excited to finally see Erin and Bree after not seeing them for about 5 days, but it was the middle of summer, I had a hang over and I'd have to encounter Harry.
I got out of bed, only wearing a shirt and my underwear and headed down stairs. Mom sat at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in her hands, I smiled at her and gave her a hug kissing her forehead.
Me and my mother had always had a close relationship, we're basically best friend. Ever since dad left we just got closer, I don't think I have it in me to ever leave her.
"Hey mom." I said.
"Venice, darling. Put some pants on and get ready." She said ruffling my long hair.
I laughed and nodded, "Oh and Venice, Harry's taking you." She called.
"I know mom." With that, I headed upstairs and took a shower.
The water ran down my back as I stood in the warm water. Mornings here were always cold but as the day went on the weather heated up. Another thing that was different from New York. Yes I have been living here for the past couple of months, but I still don't think I fit in.
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I knocked the Styles's door and looked down at my outfit to see if it was alright whilst waiting for someone to answer. I had on a white shirt that said Adventure with me in cursive writing, the shirt was tucked into some high waisted pants and an white pair of converse, I also had an oversize, off white coloured knitted jacket to keep me cool for the morning.
I stood there for only a few minutes until Ms Styles open the door.
"Venice, Harry should be down in a few minutes." She said and welcomed me inside of there house.
I basically knew this house like my own as my mother basically lived her with Ms Styles.
"Thanks Ms Styles." I smiled as I walked in, not walking any further than in front of the door.
"It's Anne honey, have a good day." She smiled and walked away, leaving me again to wait for Harry.
I fiddled with the end of the jacket that went to the middle of my thigh, I had left my tattoos in the open today, I'd never done that before. Back in New York, my teachers would frown upon me as they saw me, only being 18 and having a sleeve and a half, and some on my thigh, of colourful tattoos.
Some of them had meaning, some of them just looked pretty, some of them people dared me to get and some of them I was to drunk to remember why I got it in the morning.
I soon heard Harry's foot steps coming down the stairs and I straightened up. His hair was thrown back in an extremely loose quiff and he was dressed in a plain white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his usual black skinny jeans and brown overly used boots.
He took a glance at me with his bright emerald eyes and looked away, faster than when he took the glance. He made his way down, still not saying a greeting or pulling me into a loose one armed embrace like he usually would.
I guess when Harry had done these things, I had taken them for granted and now that he didn't do them, I kind of wanted them. I wanted to feel his touch, but was far to scared to admit that. Harry wasn't mine, he never would be mine.
He yelled a good bye to his mother, grabbed his car keys and walking out the house, not bother to check if I was following behind him.
Harry had turned back into the cold, emotionless Harry, that I had meant months ago. And I had turned into one the many girls he refused to talk to. Looking back to when I wanted nothing but Harry to hate me, which was just yesterday, I seemed foolish. Why would I want him to hate me?
"Harry?" I asked as we sat down in his car.
He looked over at me, his eyes a little duller than before, "There's nothing to talk about, if that's what you want to do." He said giving a small smirk at the end.
I looked over at him, I knew my face was covered in remorse as to what I had done to him last night and now he refused to talk to me, like any other girl.
"Harry, please." I practically begged, "I'm sorry about last night, I was high and drunk and I wasn't thinking. But we couldn't have kissed, I'm with Calum."
I tried grabbing the hand that sat on his lap as he stared out the windscreen as we drove. It was silent for a few minute until he snatched his hand away from me and clenched it around the wheel.
"Exactly that Venice you're with Calum." He said, still not looking over at me.
"Just fucking look at me please." I was begging again.
Suddenly Harry swerve to the side of the road and looked over at me, his eyes glaring into mine as he huffed out short, controlled breath.
"What do you want me to say Venice? That I'm totally cool with you being with Calum but still fucking with me, because that's never going to happen." He yelled at me.
His eyes were bright with anger, his checks were a little flushed, his nose would flare every time he breathed in and his fist were clenched by his side.
"No Harry." I whispered.
He scoffed, muttering a quiet sure that my ears weren't meant to catch. He turned in his seat, breaking the glare he held on me and started driving to wards school again.
The tension was thick in the car and I felt like I was suffocating in the small space.
Old Harry was back.
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Hey guys
Old harry is back oooohh.
Anyway thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed.
