Heres To Us 1

Chapter 3

Adelaine’s POV

“I fucking hate you. Go die in a hole for all I care.” I send Harry a text message.

This is not how I wanted to start out my Spring Break. I have four days left and I have absolutely nothing to do. I let out a frustrated scream so Harry, Gemma, and parents can hear it downstairs. I could literally slice one of their throats open right now.

I pace back and forth, throwing objects around so they can hear how angry I am. I pull at my hair and let out squeals. I’m throwing such a tantrum. I literally screamed myself asleep that night.

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I woke up this morning with my throat being itchy. Oh great! I woke up this morning. Note the sarcasm. Whoa, that sounded so suicidal and depressing. I take it back. Although I wouldn’t mind being dead right now.

See, all this shit is messing with my head. Thanks to Harry.

I heard a knock at my door and I ignored it.

“Adelaine, its Harry. I need to tell you something.”  He says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.  This is perfect. I can give him a piece of my mind.

I remove my duvets and put my hair in a ponytail. I open the door to see that Harry is also still in his pajamas. “You’re a dick.” I spit.

“I’m sorry.”  Wait. Did Harry Styles just say he’s sorry?

“What did you just say?” I raise an eyebrow. “I’m sorry! Happy!?” He rolled his eyes and welcomed himself in my room. “Not sincere, but it’ll do. Now if you really want my forgiveness, you’d fix this problem.” I say as I start to look for my outfit.

“What problem?” He chuckles bitterly. “About me not being able to see George, Harry.” I give him a look.  I don’t know what he finds so amusing. “You call that a problem? Look, I’m not here for your forgiveness. I’m just here to let you know I’m sorry, so you won’t try something stupid.” He scoffs

“Why do you care?” I stop what I’m doing and look at him. “Just saying.” He shrugs. “Sure.” I smirk.

“You know, you’d be a lot more fun to hang around with if you weren’t so obnoxious. “ He states. “Is that so?” I eye him. “It’s a fact.”

”Okay, ‘Mr. Know-It-All. How about I stop being ‘obnoxious’ and annoying and you spend the whole day with me?” I purpose a deal and walk up to him.  “Sounds good to me!” He chirps.

“Just make sure you brush your teeth. You have terrible morning breath.” He laughs. “Whoa! I like your laugh! Singular not plural. First time I hear you laugh.” I say surprised.

He clears his throat, “Very well. Get dressed and we’ll meet at my house.” “Uh, okay.” I was disappointed that the tension returned. He nods his head and leaves my room. A day with Harry doesn’t seem so bad.

I quickly get dressed into high waisted shorts with a Nirvana tank top followed by my black Vans. I brushed my teeth and left my hair down.

I didn’t want to face my parents because we‘ve never argued before. We’ve always gotten along. I jogged down the stairs and by the time I reached the bottom, sure enough, my mother was in the living room.

“Harry stopped by.” She states looking up from her book. “Really?! Wow. I had no idea!” I say sarcastically as I grab my keys. “What has gotten into you!? Where do you think you’re going?!” She stands up.

“Out.” I roll my eyes and slam the front door. I quickly ran across my lawn to Gemma’s, afraid that my mother would chase after me.

When I reach Gemma’s porch I try to open the door, but it’s locked for the very first time. “Damn you Gem!” I say and look up at her bedroom window.

“What way to greet people, eh?” Harry chuckles as he opens the front door. “Oh, uh, you heard that?” I laugh nervously. “Yeah. I think China did too.” He laughs. And once again, I am taken aback by it.

“Can I come in?” I look at him in duh. “Don’t you always?” He moves to the side so I can come in.

“I told my mum you were coming. She’s making breakfast and from here we can go to the studio.” He explains, closing the door behind me.

“Studio?” I ask in shock. I’ve never seen Harry sing before. I was always so disgusted. “Yeah, there’s one about 20 minutes from here, the lads are meeting us there. Then after that, you can choose what we get to do.” He leads the way to the kitchen in which I’ve baked in many time with Gemma.

“Is, she mad at me?” I ask him and stop in the living room.  “She thinks you’re mad at her.” Harry responds. “Well I am.” I raise my head. “Whatever you say. Your friendship, not mine.”

“Hello Adelaine! Are you feeling better?” Anne asks me. “Yes. Completely better. Thank you.” I take a seat at my usual chair.  “I’m glad you do. It’s nice to see you and Harry finally getting along. He could not stop talking about it when he came back.” She smiles.

“Mum” He warns. I giggle and tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. I can’t believe Harry would talk about this.

“What for breakfast Anne?” I ask and try to change the subject. “The usual, waffles, eggs, you know.” She chirps and gets the orange juice out of the fridge.

“Sounds yummy. Is Gemma coming down?” I ask. “Uh, she said she wasn’t feeling well.” Anne states and serves us our plates. I quickly eat and without saying a word, I go upstairs to find Gemma.

Her bedroom door is closed and I knock on it. “Gem, its Ad. Can I come in?” I ask softly. “Yeah.” I hear her say.

“Listen, I’m really sorry for being such a bitch and ratting you out. I was just being a best friend. Trying to help you out.” She rushed me into a hug. “I’m sorry too.” I say. I feel really guilty for keeping stuff from her.

“Why you all dressed up?” She asks and looks me up down. “I – uh – no reason.” I hide my lips. “Uh-huh. I’m not buying that again Evans. Where are you going?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Okay. I’m going out with Harry.” I gave in. “As… a date?!” She squeals and shuts the door. “No. It’s a bet. More like a deal. If I’m not annoying, he’ll hang out with me the whole day.” I explain.

“Sounds like a date to me.” She sings and twirls around in her room.

It’s not a date. 

It's just a deal.