His Bodyguard (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 11

(Harry's POV)

As I stop at a red light , I turn to look at her and notice her earrings. I've seen those earring before.

"I like your earrings." I compliment, I notice a change in her eyes as I complimented her; her eyes seemed nervous almost as she's going to get caught doing something.

"Oh ... Um ... Thanks." She stutters.

"I think I've seen those before but
I'm not really sure where ..." I trail off, still watching her.

She Looks Worried , "There's so many earrings like this Harry." She nervously laughs.

I stay quiet for a bit, debating to either ask her more or just let it go 'cause she's right, there's many earrings like that in the world. But I remember seeing a pair like those a while ago, I just can't seem to remember.

I decide to keep taunting her, let's see if she tells me more.

"Yeah, I know but-" I start but then get interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing; her phone and a car honking behind us. I continue driving as I take a few glances at her.

She looks relieved as struggles to open her clutch, when she finally manages she stares at the screen for a moment before answering.

"Hello?"

The other person speaks and I only catch a 'Hello beautiful.'

Zayn.

What the hell does that asshole want? He shouldn't be calling her right now.

"That'll be great ..." She giggles then tells him my addresses .

What the hell? Is she going out with him today?
I thought she was going to go with me.

"Okay, bye Zayn." She dismisses him, she hangs up and let's out a big sigh.

"Was it Zayn?" I ask her. My knuckles turning white as I grip the steering wheel.

"Yeah." She confirms my suspicions, "I'm sorry harry but I'm going to have to go back. I forgot that I had plans tonight with someone."

"Oh." I frown, she just blows me off to go with that asshole ?
What a bitch !

"I'm sorry," she starts apologising but I silences her by raising my finger.

"I'll just take us back then." I angrily answer her.

"No, you dont have to go back..." She stubbornly says.

"I'll take us back." I snaps. My patience paper thin.

She sighs and looks out the window.

I copy her action in frustration. I takes a sharp left, making her hit her head agaisnt the window.

"What the hell?!" She yells at me.

"Want to get there fast? Then shut the fuck up and deal with it." I yell back at her.

She rub her head "First off, dont fucking talk to me like that," she glares at me "And second, a cop might of seen you and stopped you."

"And that would affect you because you wouldnt want to keep fucking Zayn waiting , huh?" I scream, my anger raising as I add speed to my driving.

"No you fucktard ! Stop fucking talking about Zayn, he has nothing to do with this! What i meant was that you might've been pulled over!"

"Since when did you fucking cared about me getiing in trouble?"

"I don't! Jesus fucking christ harry, I'm just telling you."

I stop the car, making her jolt forward; almost hitting herself in the face if she didn't push herself back.