Runaway h.s. (EDITING)

chapter 5

i pull my arm from his grip and walk out of his room slamming the door. leaving harry stunned and furious standing in the middle of the room.

i walk into the living room, grab my phone and head to wards the front door. turning the door nob i hear fast footsteps heading my way, only making me leave faster. slamming the front door i run down the stairs and out into the parking lot, dialing Mia's number

*HARRYS POV*

"IM PROUD OF YOU YOUNG MAN!" i hear Michael chant over the crowds of sleazy hagard teens and shit faced adults. i walk over to Michael to gather my winnings. We shake hands as Michael begins to speak.

"Nice job bro. You kicked some ass!"

"yeah" i murmer and make my way though the shit faced people till i get to the front door.
I grab my black shirt from the rack an wipe the sweat from my forehead, and hands.
I reach my car and slip the key in the ignition, and head back to the apartments. I turn the radio on full volume and click the set station buttons to Octain. I pull a smoke from my shirt pocket and light it. rolling the windows down I feel my phone buzz in my back pocket. I pull it out and read the dimly lit screen.
It's from Mia, great probably telling me about that girl Archie I think is her name. I only let her sleep in my bed because I know how uncomfortable the couch is and there's no way in hell she would stay in Zayns. I sigh and slide the screen to read what she has to say.

*hey uhm I left the apartment while Archie was still sleeping, also I borrowed one of your black shirts to put on her because the one she had on was filthy, but Zayns still there I told him not to leave. just thought I should let you know."
The message reads. I set the phone down in the console and turn the music up even louder.

Great she's still there. And has my fucking shirt on. like really Mia couldn't have given her one of her shirts or some shit, I know she has a lot because Zayn constantly showers her with money and affection, disgusting. Now my shirt is going to smell like her and I don't want my shirt smelling like a fucking rose garden.

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I pull up in my parking spot and turn the radio down so that way when I get back in it doesn't blow my speakers. I grab my lighter, my phone and then my winnings from earlier and head up the stairs. Soon realizing I forgot my black shirt causing me to have to go back the car. The car has a heavy musk smell of cigarettes and eucalyptus mint. I've only had this shitty ass rental car for what, about four hours? The only reason I totaled my Harley for that twit was because I knew Mia would constantly talk about Archie's injuries or how she's doing or what happened to her. Quite frankly I don't give a flying fuck about Archie or any of Mias' twit friends. all they want is attention either that or are just flat out crude and a bitch. Not that I care about how they act just that I don't want to be seen around them. I mean I've already got enough shit to deal with. And Mia's damn right that she's going to pay me for my insurance. thinking of all this shit only makes me madder but you know what maybe that's what I need right now, maybe I should just invite a whole bunch of Mia's friends over and scheduled a fight every evening from now on, that way it can fuel me up. but by the time it's over i'd probably have already tore a door from the hinges and punched several holes through the walls. and I don't want to have to pay for all that shit.
I grab my damp shirt from the floor board and head up the stairs one last time. and if I had forgotten something, oh well.

When I open the door I see Zayn pouring some amber liquor into a small cylinder glass. I stride passed him, toss my shirt on the couch and make my way to my room. as I'm half way there I here Zayn shout something but I couldn't make it out. As I open the door to my room i see Archie slide off my bed. She is indeed in my shirt and what Mia didn't tell me was that she was also wearing my boxers. Holy hell, i can feel the blood rushing to my face and i clench my fist at the sight of her in my clothes. My breathing starts to get heavier and i can't stand to look at her any longer with out yelling. She has to get out of my room before i do something to her i will regret later.

"Get out!" my voice booms through the tiny grey room. i purse my lips together just seeing my clothes on her. she had to have went through my drawers to get those.

so.fucking.pissed.

i cant handle it anymore, i want this dumb ass girl out of my room now. who in the actual fuck does she think she is?

i quickly walk over to her sweating more than before, i grab her by the arm and yank her towards the door. she tries to wi8ggle out of my grip but I'm infuriated to even give her the slightest bit of freedom.

"OHH FUCKING KAY!" i hear her shout, with her eyes wild. in that moment it all happens at once. she pulls her hand from me and runs out the door slamming it loudly in frustration. i walk to the door calmly and open it walking to the kitchen.

"What the hell just happened?" Zayn says furrowing his eyebrows.

(hey guys sorry about these crappy updates I'm really busy so i don't really put time into them so again i apologize also for not updating regularly. I'm going to try and edit this story a whole lot. so meanwhile i will most likely be working on my other story 'strangers with benefits "fuck off"' ((story not published yet :( ))i really like the story line to that one so just hang in there love you guys!!! don't forget to vote and comment! <3)