Living with Harry Styles

Chapter 4

So here is chapter 4

I have to warn you that the following chapter does contain swearing

Yay 2 chapters in one night

-Emily xx

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When I walked downstairs I noticed Harry lounged on the couch watching TV so I decided to join him.

"What are we watching?" I asked plonking myself down on top of him. He just laughed, picked me up and placed me down next to him.

"We'll since there is nothing else on I am watching re-runs of Britain's Got Talent auditions." He replied with a massive smile.

"Seriously?" I asked giving him an 'are you kidding me' look.

I absolutely hated these types of talent shows. People go on them thinking they are amazing, then get shot down and have a go at the judges. Not my idea of good television.

"Haven't you already seen all the auditions?" I asked him hoping he would change the channel.

"Yes, but some people's auditions are so good you just have to watch them twice."

"And some people's are so bad you don't have to watch them at all." I stated, standing up form the couch.

I was about to walk back upstairs when I felt to arms wrap around my waist. Next thing I know I'm pulled back down onto the couch and there is a body on top of me.

"Harry!" I exclaimed trying to get up but failing. "Get your fat ass off me."

"Not unless you are going to watch this with me." He replied not moving.

"Never."

"Then it looks like I'm not moving then." He said making himself more comfortable on top of me.

"I can't breath Harry," I said still trying to get up. My stomach was hurting from the pressure of Harry.

"Still not moving."

I sighed and gave up trying to move. Harry was way too heavy and being the stubborn person I am, I wasn't going to agree to watching the stupid show any time soon.

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Being sandwiched between a couch and your best friend isn't the most comfortable thing. Especially when your best friend is a guy.

It had been 10 minutes and Harry was still sitting on top of me. I still wasn't going to watch the show with him. I refused to. I had been sitting her playing games on my phone, which I had luckily been able to get out of my pocket. However there is only a certain amount of times I could play the same games over and over again before getting bored. I was about to try and get up again when my phone started ringing, the sound of Niki Minaj's Pound the alarm drifting throughout the house. In shock, I dropped my phone on the ground, and being underneath Harry meant I couldn't answer it.

Harry bent down quickly and picked up my phone, finally getting off of me.

"Finally," I breathed as I rolled off of the couch and face planted onto the floor. I just laid there like a starfish in-bracing the feeling of no weight on top of me. I had completely forgotten my phone had rung until I heard Harry speaking quietly. I hadn't even noticed he'd moved into the kitchen.

I reluctantly got off of the floor and slowly made my way to the kitchen. Sure enough there was Harry standing in the middle of the kitchen my phone glued to his ear. Being the stupid person I was, I forgot to check the caller ID so I had no idea who Harry was on the phone to. I was hoping it was no one important or one of my friends that would fangirl over talking to Harry.

"No, Emily's a bit busy at the moment Daniel so she can't come to the phone right now." Harry said to the person on the other end of the phone.

My eyes suddenly went wide as I realized who he was taking to. Daniel. Daniel Martin. My boyfriend Daniel. He never really liked Harry and I never understood why. Harry on the other hand really liked Daniel and thought we were really cute together. I quickly re gained my composure and ran over to Harry, jumping on his back.

"Give me my phone Styles," I yelled whilst wrestling Harry for the phone.

"In your dreams Emily," he said throwing me off of his back laughing. I landed in a heap on the floor. Harry then took off running out of the kitchen, with me soon following him.

I spent what felt like hours chasing Harry for my phone and I still hadn't got it. I had actually lost Harry. I had no idea where he was and he probably didn't know where I was either. I climbed the last step and stepped onto the landing of the second floor. I then saw Harry sneaking towards his room. I quietly creeped up behind him and jumped on him, causing us to both fall to the floor. I grabbed the phone out of his hands and quickly stood back up, dusting myself off.

"VICTORY!!" I yelled sticking my tongue out at Harry. He just laughed at me and stood back up, dusting himself off.

"I'll leave you to it then," he said walking towards his room. " Wouldn't want to keep lover boy waiting."

"Shut up," I sneered whilst walking towards my new room for 3 weeks. I shut my door and made sure to lock it, incase Harry decided to come and annoy me. I took a seat on my bed.

"Hey babe," I said into the phone.

"Don't 'hey babe me'," came Daniel's cold, harsh reply from the other end.

"Excuse me? What did I do?"

"Don't play dumb with me Emily. Where the hell are you and why are you with Harry?."

"Calm down okay. I'm in England and I'm with Harry because his mum invited me to stay with them for 3 weeks."

"YOUR WHAT?!!!"

I jumped a little at his sudden anger and pulled the pone away from my ear, shocked by his response. I carefully put the phone back to my ear.

"WHEN DID YOU PLAN ON TELLING ME THIS?" he yelled again.

"What is your problem? I told you last week that I was going and I even texted you before I left."

"You did not tell me anything. And what's my problem? My problem is that my girlfriend decides to run away to another country WITHOUT TELLING ME AND GOES TO STAY WITH HER PRICK OF A FRIEND WHO HAS STOLLEN HER FROM ME!"

"HARRY IS NOT A PRICK!!" I yelled back.

By now I was getting furious at his stupidity.

"I didn't run away I told you I was going on holidays and Harry didn't steal me from you, you're just over reacting."

"Whatever bitch I'm not over reacting. You can go run off with your precious Harry for all I care cause were done. You cheating slut!"

"W-w-what?" I croaked out, tears forming in my eyes.

"That's right, you heard me. We're done." and with that he hung up.

I just stared at my phone. What the hell just happened? Did he really just break up with me? The tears started flowing as I laid down on my bed, quietly sobbing. Why did he have to be so over dramatic? Why did he have to ruin my holiday? I just kept crying and crying, the tears constantly falling faster and faster.

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What do you think?

Sorry it's really short

-Emily xx