Stylist (book 1) - H.S

Chapter 11: Truth Hurts.

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I woke up, and I was moving, trying to leave before Harry woke up. For some reason the thought of us waking up together after we've made this unspoken agreement doesn't sit right with me.

I don't want conversation, because it makes me think, it makes me question, and it makes me want to know more about him, but I shouldn't know more about him. I remember what I had said the night before, and when I walk out in the hall I sigh, looking to the ceiling as I successfully escaped the Styles trap.

    "Fun night?" I jump, placing my hand over my heart as I see Anthony standing in my door way, a raised eyebrow, and his arms crossed over his chest.

    "You scared the shit out of me Anthony. What, are you waiting outside my room now, trying to catch me in the act? Yes I had fun, and it's none of your business." I chastise him as if he's a kid, and push past him into my own hotel room, knowing we've got business to do today. "You should be packing your shit, and getting ready to go to Gucci today, not stalking me in the halls, and worrying about my sex life." I mumble even though he followed me in the room.

    "I just wanted to see if you actually went to your hotel room last night, considering you 'forgot your room key' and as I suspected, you were not in there, and I'm guessing he meant you forgot his room key, not your own." He follows me around the room as I pack some of my clothes, setting others out.

    "No I didn't go to my hotel room, I had plans with Harry, and I'm tired of you judging me for it. We sleep together, so what?" I ask him, and he laughs. "What is so funny? Why are you laughing? I swear sometimes you annoy me just as much as he does." I fight back, pulling my hair down, and brushing it in the mirror, not caring how badly the tangles hurt as I rip through them.

    "I'm not judging you. I'm laughing because you're still pretending this is just sex to you, and it's cute." He crosses his arms, looking at me through the mirror in front of us.

    "It is just sex, I don't even know what would make you think differently." I shrug my shoulders.

    "You get so defensive, that's why. If it was just sex, and I disagreed, you'd normally just ignore me and go on with your day, but you're not, you're fighting me on it." He looks at me now, and I roll my eyes.

    "Whatever Anthony, don't believe me, believe me, whatever you want." I throw my hands up, and he stands behind me, fluffing my hair, and looking at me in the mirror.

    "We're going to be in Milan, we should go have a girls day, and get our hair done, and go shopping after we go to Gucci in a little bit." He moves to my side, and I look to him.

    "You're not a girl, but hair first, then Gucci, and then shopping, now get your ass to your room, and pack your shit." I shoo him away, and watch him leave. After a little bit of prep and packing I leave the hotel room, and I have hardly seen Harry today, mostly because he's probably sleeping still. It's only ten here, and most normal people, especially people who were as drunk as he was last night aren't awake this early.

Anthony and I meet together in the car, and soon enough get in the jet, flying to Milan, only two hours of flight and we're here, walking off the jet, and straight to the car.

    "Hair first, are you gonna change it up a bit, or do something fun?" Anthony asks, and shimmies towards me.

    "Same old same old." I tell him, and he sighs.