Unstoppable// Harry Styles au

Chapter 8

I fell onto the bench as I breathed heavily. I grabbed my water bottle and took a sip from it. I felt someone put their hands on my eyes. I smiled instantly knowing it was Zayn. I turned around to see him smiling. "What're you doing here babe," I stood up and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Just wanted to surprise you," he smiled. I leaned in for a kiss and he immediately kissed back. These past three weeks have been amazing. I really missed being in relationships.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I let go of Zayn as I came face to face with Harry. "What the fuck do you want?"

"He's not supposed to be here," Harry said, pointing to Zayn with a disgusted look.

"He can be here if he wants."

"I was just visiting mate," Zayn said calmly.

"You need to be leaving now," Harry spit and walked away.

I turned to Zayn. "Sorry about him."

"It's okay." He pecked my lips. "I need to go now I guess." I groaned as he pulled away.

"I'll pick you up on Friday, okay?"

"Okay. Bye babe," I pulled him in for one more kiss and he left.

I got back to my training but I couldn't focus because I kept getting the feeling of someone staring at me. I turned around and walked up to him. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," he turned back to his punching bag. I shoved his shoulder so that he was facing me.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Stop treating my boyfriend so badly. He didn't do anything to you."

He scoffed, "if only you knew babe."

"If only I knew fucking what," I screamed, not giving one shit if I was causing a scene.

"I'm not gonna tell you. Why don't you ask your boy toy?"

"He's my boyfriend smart ass."

"No he isn't. You only use him for sex. That's all you want from him. You're such a slut," he shook his head. I stood in shock, knowing he was right. I was a slut. And apart of me agrees with him about using Zayn and guilt instantly washed over me.

"You know Harry, ever since I first saw you, I always thought you were an asshole. These past couple of weeks I thought I was wrong but clearly you proved me right." I walked to my bag and picked up the rest of my shit. I walked to my car at a fast pace. I got in and threw my stuff in the back. I felt the tears well up in my eyes. Why the hell am I crying? He just called me a slut. But why did it hurt so much coming from him?

I felt liquid on my face as one of the tears slid down my cheek. God I'm so weak. Steve was right, I was weak. And a slut.

I wiped my eyes as I got out my phone from my bag. I got to the contact that had 'Jess<3'. I sent her a text, asking if she wanted to come with me to the bar. I deserved a night out. My boyfriend that isn't really my boyfriend was keeping so much from me and Harry just threw the truth in my face that I was trying to dodge.

I got a text back not even a couple seconds later saying she can come and that she will pick me up at 8.

I put my keys in the ignition and drove the way to my house. I parked my car in the driveway and grabbed my bag as I got out. I ran to the door and up to my room. I fell into my bed and fell asleep.

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I downed my fourth shot as I was sitting with a group of guys and Jess. I didn't know any of these boys. But I was okay with that.

The shots kept coming and soon enough I was drunk to the point that I wouldn't remember anything tomorrow morning. The last thing I remember seeing is Harry's face and that made me drink even more.

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I woke up in someone's bed but the person wasn't there. Shit I didn't mean to hookup with anyone. I looked under the sheets and noticed I was wearing boxers and a shirt that was way too big for me. I pushed the covers off and made my way to the door. I opened it but heard no noise. Was the person even here? I kept walking until I ran into someone. I looked up to find Harry. I immediately gasped knowing I was in his home.

"Didn't I tell you the first time to watch where you are going," he smirked.

"How did I get here?" I took a step away from him.

"You were really drunk at the bar and your friend left so I took you back here."

"Why didn't you just take me home," I asked.

"Well I knew Steve wouldn't be so happy if he found you coming home, drunk off your ass."

He turned to walk away but I grabbed his arm. He turned to look at me. "Thanks for what you did."

"No problem." He walked to a different room while I ran back to his to slip on my dress and put on my shoes. I laid his clothes on the bed and grabbed my phone. I got out of there as quick as I could, not wanting to see Harry again.