Inciting Incident (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10

Sharp words like knives, they were cutting her down
Shattered glass like the past, it's a memory now
Holding on to a dream
While she watches these walls fall down

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I can feel the colour drain instantly from my face. First Harry now Callum this was really not what I wanted to deal with while I'm hungover, or any time for that matter.

I slowly answered my phone, and before I even put it to my ear I heard him screaming down the phone. I should be used to it by now but I wasn't. I don't think I ever will be.

"I've been calling you non stop since 3 this morning." I rolled my eyes as he continued. "Don't you care how I feel about you not answering the fucking phone?"

Guilt twinges in my stomach once again. I do care about how he feels I really do but relationships are difficult.

"I'm sorry, as soon as I got home I crashed out. I didn't even think about looking at my phone." I admitted I didn't want to see his horrible texts.

I heard him huff through the phone, but it just reminded me of Harry huffing playfully last night. "How inconsiderate can you be? I haven't slept all night, worried about what would've happened to you."

"We've been over this Cal, I don't need to tell you where I am every minute of every day. I want to have fun and not having to worry about what you think about every little thing I do." I accidentally argue, realising this is going to go from bad to horribly worse. He is just looking out for me after all, I really should be flattered.

I'm sick of having what feels like the same conversation with him over and over again. Surely people shouldn't argue this much in relationships- even when it is mostly my fault.

"How dare you say that? Shall I just stop caring completely? Is that what you want? To not text you at all until you're back, leave you be?"

"No, not at all. Please don't put words in my mouth. I just don't need you calling me up and biting my ear off because I'm going out to a night club. It might not be something I normally do but we wanted some girl time. Let loose and not care about anything." I tell him, losing what patience I have left, with Harry making that sarcastic comment and Callum putting me down every chance he gets.

"Girl time? I thought you went out to celebrate?" Callum asks I could sense a smirk on his face, realising he caught me out.

Shit.

"Um yeah, celebrate me being in London, celebrating 8 years of friendship." I quickly recovered as his breathing got really heavy. "Why can't you trust anything I say? I've done nothing, absolutely nothing, for you to even doubt my actions or what I say." I said frantically as Callum grunted, probably holding the phone so tight that it will probably break in his hand.

I'm praying it does.

The word "Liar" is playing around my head threatening to burst. But I quickly realize if I did tell him the truth I would never be able to speak to Gemma again, hell, he wouldn't let me leave the house.

"I'm done with this conversation. Ring me when you're not being a moody bitch." He yelled, before hanging up. I grabbed a pillow and screamed in it, trying to get rid of my anger.

I have no idea how to deal with my emotions, all I ever feel is anger and sadness, it's only recently I've felt truly happy.

As I screamed in the pillow a second time I heard the door open. I move my face from the pillow to see Gemma looking confused.