fight for us ↠ harry styles [b2] ✓

CHAPTER 32

A.N. I know I haven't been writing a lot of these at the start of the chapters but honestly, I don't think anyone reads them LMAO basically the only reason I'm doing it now is because I kind of feel like I have to and also to let you know that I chat a lot of shit on my wall so please just ignore it. by that I just mean that I said I wouldn't update this story until my new one is completely finished yet here I am, sharing the third update for this since I wrote it LMAO anyways that story is coming along nicely and I'm super excited for it. I've never written a full story and dropped it all in one go so I'm curious to see how it will go down. until then, enjoy these random henleigh updates xx

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32—Harry Styles

A dinner party here, a formal meeting there, just to be slapped in the face by yet another lunch out again. Not to sound like I was not grateful for the life I got to live, but being somewhere everyday was exhausting, having to put on a happy face for everyone when sleepless nights keep my body from refreshing. My brain felt like a fried lump of nothing, there was too much information it had to process day in and day out. Again, not complaining, simply tired of the extent to which I had to interact with humans.

Tonight, it was going to be the last one for a while. As far as I knew, anyway. Ren and I both got invited to a party with a specific request—must wear white. Of course, behind the idea, was none other than dear old dad. The only reason I even agreed to this was because I knew it would make my psychotic girlfriend behave and drop the topic once and for all. Me being me, it was obvious tonight was going to end in a sour mood, most likely because of my relationship with my dad.

Seeing as we couldn't find a nanny for Leila Grace with how little time we had, my brother was picked as the lucky winner. He agreed to even spend the night so at least we had one thing we didn't have to worry about. Then again, I suppose being in the presence of my father was going to be just enough to deal with on its own. Haven't seen him in a while, mostly because there was no reason for it and if he was going to be his usual self, then I already knew how to tango.

"Harry!"

I jumped back suddenly, not knowing what was going on. I laid on the bed, stomach down with one hand under my chin and my left arm hung down by the bed.

"What?" I asked as I lifted my head swiftly.

"Stop whacking your ring against the bed frame. Please," she sighed. She sat on the floor, doing her makeup, in nothing but leggings and her bra. My eyes couldn't help but wander all over her back then the reflection that the mirror showed. As she hunched her back and moved her arms, her whole body followed and I just gawked at the way her breasts moved in that bra. Honestly, I loved them. They were my favourite style on her.

"Sorry," I mumbled, absolutely not caring or remembering what she said. Then it came back to me that I was in fact being annoying. Perhaps I was a little nervous, not knowing how everything would go, even though I've had my fair share of experience with these things.

"What's on your mind?" she asked quietly whilst she stuck on one set of her fake eyelashes. Curiously, I watched as she applied glue to the other one and began to fan it around to get the glue to dry a bit. I've witnessed her do that one too many times, I was pretty sure I could have done her makeup for her.

"Hm-mhm. Not much," I said as I sat up in bed. Propping my elbows on my knees, I intertwined my fingers as I continued to watch her make a mess of our bedroom.

"Let's say I believe you. Would that make me a bad girlfriend or a good girlfriend?"

"What do they entail?"