The Bad Boy

Chapter 72

Harry's P.O.V.

Steph is pushing my limits, and she's making it harder and harder for me to..... remain a gentleman. She is torturing me and I think I'm going to give her a taste of her own medicine. So far I've been letting her kiss me whenever she wants, letting her hug and touch me. But not anymore. This might be the only time I wish that Steph and I's relationship was like Ally and Niall's.

I think about all of this as I fix cereal for breakfast. All that we have is stupid ass Lucky Charms. I reluctantly pour them into the bowl before pouring in milk to. I dig through the drawers and find a spoon, then sit down at the bar and start to eat.

Niall enters the room a minute later,"Why are you stealing my Lucky Charms?"

I roll my eyes,"You sound like a leprechaun when you say that. And they aren't yours, if I do recall, I paid for them when you just had to have them."

"Oh shut up," He groans and grabs the cereal box.

We both eat our cereal, and I really wish Ally or Steph would come out of their rooms. Niall is my best friend, but he is the most annoying person to eat with. He chews loudly and its f****** disgusting. Too bad I actually like having the tiny leprochaun around.

My wish is granted, Ally and Steph traipse in the room a few minutes later. Steph raises her eyebrows at us.

"Lucky Charms?"

"Why can't a man just enjoy his Lucky Charms without being ridiculed?" Niall questions.

Steph laughs,"Nevermind," She shakes her head.

"You have so many problems." I sigh, shaking my head and taking another bite of sugar and high fructose corn syrup cancer causing "cereal".

"Would you two quit bitching so we can go down to the beach?" Steph asks.

"Probably not." Niall says, eating more of his nasty cereal.

"Okay, I have a question." I say, turning to Niall. "Do you only eat these nasty Lucky Charms because the leprochaun on the box reminds you of yourself?"

"Ohmygod." Steph groans, burying her face in her hands. "I'm going to get dressed. Be done by the time I'm out or else."

Stephanie's P.O.V.

Harry and Niall remind me of an old married couple, the way they nitpick and bicker at each other. I walk into Harry and I's room, and change into a purple and white plaid bikini, pull my hair into a bun, and slip on my aviator sunglasses. When I get back out of the bathroom, Harry is sitting on the edge of the bed, in his black swim trunks, a phone pressed to his ear.

"I know. I KNOW. GOD DAMN GEM I KNOW!" Harry yells into the phone, dragging a hand through his hair.

He pulls the phone away from his ear and jabs his finger to the end button.

"Gemma?" I ask, throwing things into my beach bag.

"Yeah." Harry sighs. His voice sounds especially thick.

"What did she want?" I ask, sitting down next to him.

"To tell me my best child hood friend has cancer." Harry's voice breaks at the end, and he drops his head into his hands.

"Oh my gosh Harry, I am so sorry." I say. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Why would I want to talk about it?" He asks and I can tell it wasn't really meant as a question.

I lean over and rest my head against his shoulder. We sit like this for a few minutes, as Harry collects his bearings. Finally, he gets up and walks out to the living room, where Ally and Niall are waiting. I pick up my bag and follow him out.

"Ready?" Ally asks.

"Yeah." I say quietly. This is going to be a fantastic day, I can already tell.