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Chapter 6

A/N: Hi guys! I started this book almost two years ago and I completely gave up on it after only five chapters but I've decided to continue it as of now. Thank you so much for reading! :) x

After Amanda continued to feast her eyes on Harry for what seemed like eons, she finally walked herself away from our booth to get our waters. 

I cannot believe that Amanda  would be our fucking waitress. What are the odds? Why do I care so much?

I am completely frazzled by this. My leg is bouncing faster than a damn jackhammer and my eyes are focusing anywhere other than Harry's own. I get the impression that Harry can sense my discomfort when he grabs my forearm to draw my attention to his. He flickers his focus on my eyes back and forth until he finally settles on staring into the one. He has a look of confusion sketched into his features while I just stare back at his face with a mix of nervousness from his touch as well as annoyance from our whore of a waitress.

Wow, I really dislike her.

Harry finally ends the silence. "What's wrong?" He asks me apprehensively. Is he really that clueless? He surely has to understand.

I continue to stare back into his eyes and begin to say " I just really-" until I'm cut off by my drink being slammed down in front of me on the table. I look up to see Amanda scowling down at me. I look back at her with what I would call a grimace but I probably look stupid as hell.

Harry also looks up at her at the same time I did. When I break eye contact with Amanda, I turn to look at Harry who is also looking at Amanda with what looks to be distaste?  I don't miss the glance Harry gives to Amanda's cleavage which causes her to smirk. What an ass.

"Like what you see Styles?" Amanda asks him ending the quiet environment that was surrounding us. Harry widens his eyes and looks at Amanda for a second before staring me straight in the eye and mumbling "not particularly". 

This caused Amanda's eyebrows to shoot up in surprise until she quickly masked her expression with a smirk. "That's not what you were saying last night after you took this pretty little thing home, is it? God and she thought that our little kiss we shared was gonna end there, only if she knew how hard you were slamming into me when-" 

She is cut off by Harry saying "shut the fuck up" in a cold demeanor.

I feel my heart stop and my blood runs cold. Did he really fuck her last night? And then texted me to ask me out right after? I want to believe she is fibbing until I see Harry's pale expression and feel his leg begin to bounce as well. I feel so much hurt in this moment for a reason I'm not quite sure of saying I don't even know who the hell this guy is exactly, but I feel anger more than anything. I can't believe he would do such a thing.

I stare into his eyes which he refuses to lock onto mine. I feel as if I could beat the shit out of Harry right now but I also feel such a strong anger towards Amanda right now as well. I don't even realize what I'm doing until I grab the water I just received and pitch the liquid at Amanda's face. 

She's no longer the one smirking; I am. I still feel so much anger pulsating through my veins as I slide out of the booth and stand up to walk away. "Fuck both of you", I say before storming out of the dining room to head towards the entrance. 

When I reach the doors I hear stomping behind me. I was not going to let Harry come talk to me and make everything better. Jas must have been write about him. God, I should've went with my original instinct to say no to him. But how could you say no to someone that is so goddamn beautiful? Dammit Jessica, this is not the time to be saying this shit. 

A loud "Jessica" escapes the mouth of the man who is chasing me. I was expecting to hear the deep, British accent that belonged to Harry. However it wasn't Harry that called my name. 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This couldn't be happening. My ears had to have been playing tricks on me. I completely freeze in my tracks and pray to a some higher god that my mind was being delirious. 

After a few seconds of standing there dumbfounded, I slowly rotated my body to face behind me and I suddenly felt all of the air being stolen from my lungs. 

I would give anything for the person standing in front of me to be Harry right now, even though I want to chop his goddamn dick off at the moment. 

The figure standing in front of me looks exactly like I remember with the exception of a few more tattoos scattered her and there. His jet-black hair was gelled back and his haunting brown eyes stared at me while I was frozen in my spot. I haven't seen Zayn since that horrible, horrible night. And I was praying I would never see him again. My ears must be playing tricks on me once again when I hear him open his mouth and speak, 

"Miss me Jessie?"

If you are giving this book a try after all this time I literally love you with all my heart. I can't wait to start writing more again!!:) I LOVE U !! P.S. Zayn, Louis, Liam, and Niall are all American in this story.