Are you okay?” We were sitting at the coffee house I came to love so much sipping on our now cold coffee and staring into space.
After feeding my dad his favorite breakfast we drove him back to the motel and my eyes started to water when I saw him make his way to his room limping.
What the fuck happened in 9 years that would make him lose his entire reality and be someone else entirely. The dude I knew or bits and parts I remember is nowhere to be found right now.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what Harry said about his brother and not doing anything when he had the chance and I feel like I should do something about my Father’s situation because I think he’s in deep shit.
“I don’t know. I just saw my father after 9 fucking years and he’s still a drunk and who knows with what kind of people he’s messing with, I see him; better yet, I bail him out without so much of an explanation and now I drop him off at some motel like… like a stranger?” I shake my head at the situation that makes my head spin when I so much think about it.
I’m going to have a talk with Naomi because she’s the only other person who actually understands other than my mother.
“It’s not your fault he doesn’t like commitment, he literally fled like a little pussy that can’t handle his problems.” Harry’s voice snaps me to reality and I blink a few times to adjust my vision on Harry who was wearing his hoodie, deprived of his jacket that dad has been eyeing for the majority of the ride. Yes, he gave it away.
“It’s easier said than done.” I shrug not really in the mood to discuss my father right now so I change the subject.
“Thanks for breakfast by the way, I drugged you all the way here, I should’ve been the one paying.” I tell him when he brings his mug to his pink lips to hide a smile.
“I’m glad I even got the chance to have breakfast with you in the first place.” He shrugs like paying a dozen of cash for breakfast is no biggie.
“You’re so sweet sometimes.” I giggle when he accidently placed the porcelain at the edge of the table and saw him struggle when the ceramic was bound to fall.
“What’re you talking about, I’m always sweet.”He feigns being offended when he winks at my bright smile.
“Yeah that’s why girls love you.” I admit slowly getting to my actual point.
“Girls love me for an entire different reason, you may be surprised but I’m a complete opposite of who I am now when I’m under the sheets.” He shrugs and holds back a laugh when he saw the horror on my face.
“Harry styles are you actually implying that you’re kinky in bed?” I gasp and shake my head at the newly found conversation.
“Something like that.”
“Abby must love that side of you.” I comment before I bit my tongue; I need to collect my wits when it comes to this guy because apparently I don’t have filter in his presence.
“She’s more like on the romantic side of things, I say it’s kind of balanced because she’s sweet and caring and kind while I’m just plain boring and hard to associate yourself with.” He nods along his sentence as if he couldn’t agree more to that situation but it only makes me shake my head furiously.
“You’ve got it all wrong Haz, first of all your not dull at all; in fact you’re the exact opposite, you have this thing of keeping people on their toes while she’s just a total bitch.”
“You haven’t called me that in a long ass time.” His eyes lit up at the name that escaped my mouth without me noticing. After all the comment I made from that sentence he chose to grill me on that.
“It kind of feels weird on my tongue; Haz, Hazza. Eh I don’t know.” I shrug and cast him a smile which he immediately returned.
“Did you just call my girlfriend a bitch?” He narrows his eyes at me playfully.
“Maybe.”
“Why? The girl adores you, she’s always talking about you, like you’re the reason we’re even together in the first place.” He informs me his face morphed into a confused frown at my admission.
Pff, that’s what she grills in his innocent mind. Bet he doesn’t even know half the story about me and her or else he wouldn’t even be speaking about her with me.
“I don’t think ‘adore’ is the right word to describe our relationship.” I simply answer my attention diverted on the people who approach the counter to get their orders in.
Harry just shrugs not really in the mood to discuss his girlfriend with a friend he just started to talk to again.
“I’ve heard about your conversation with Dyl by the way.” He mentioned his eyes taking in my reaction over the topic change.
I opened my mouth to explain why I thought snooping in his business was a great idea but he cuts me off by raising his hand.
“Don’t Amber, I don’t blame you but I don’t necessarily agree with you on this one. We had an argument because he hasn’t been so subtle about snooping and you go ahead and do it again after I warned you not to tell Emma that I’m back.” He tats; his face turning into a displeased frown and I wish we could go back to our lazy bantering minutes ago.
I’ve completely forgotten about our conversation with Dylan and somehow Harry knows I’m the one going around telling on him when my intention wasn’t that at all.
But that’s the least of his concerns when he sits here and judges me internally about what I did. I only wanted to talk to Dylan for a little while longer but as usual this blows up right in my face.
Now that I think about it he has only warned me and Naomi about not telling Emma about his little trip and God knows she wouldn’t be the one telling on him. Like I said, she adores him.
I couldn’t just sit here and not apologize about my slip up when he’s clearly trying to hide his anger at how my mistake has fucked up his plan. Whatever that maybe.
“Look Harry, I don’t know why you don’t want Emma to know about all of this but you know better than anyone my intention wasn’t telling on you but talk to Dylan and he seemed interested in the topic in hand so I took the chance.” Yes that’s my lame ass excuse for an apology but I guess it works because Harry seems to consider it.
“I don’t know what you see in that dude but this is only the start of the things he’s gonna make you do that would jeopardize our friendship.” He warns me and I frown.
“What could he possibly make me do that would ruin what we are now? And what makes you think I would just agree to do whatever he asks of me?” I question him my voice taking an edge and we both know where this is going.
I know I would do whatever Dylan tells me to and I know I’ve already made a reputation for myself but I didn’t think it was that obvious and I didn’t think Harry would use that against me.
“Are you actually gonna sit here and argue about this? We all know you would jump off a cliff if he asks you to.” He frowns and I have to admit, I haven’t seen Harry this angry in a long time.
“Please, you’re one to talk, you’re just like me, in fact you’re worse; you do whatever your little girlfriend asks you to, she tells you to go buy her a ring and you would do it in a heartbeat.” I fire back far gone in that road to even turn back around. He has started a bloody war.
“At least I can proudly call her my girlfriend, you’re not even a booty call; you’re just some girl who likes to follow him around like a lost puppy.” He scoffs at my lazy hit.
“Oh so you like being her little bitch, having a title is not gonna change the fact that you’re still running around to fulfill her wants. That’s pathetic.”
“I would like you to know that being a boyfriend requires you to do the things you just mentioned, what’s your excuse? Plus we’re not the same, she actually enjoys my company.” he shrugs and it’s taking everything in me not to jump over the table and strangle him.
“Dylan enjoys my company as well; he’s just shit as showing it.” I throw a lame comeback that makes Harry scoff.
“Whatever floats your boat.”
“You know I was actually starting to think you were decent and not the guy I thought you were but congrats, you’re proving me wrong.” I shake my head as I start to pack my things to leave.
“I thought you would put up a little fight to get into bed with Dyl, you proved me wrong so what’s your point?” he shots back and that actually makes me freeze.
What the hell?
Does he think that I had slept with Dylan?
Does everybody think that it was that easy to get me to sleep with him?
I know I might come off as a clingy girl but you would have to kill me and then bring me back to life and kill me again for me to just give up my virginity.
I cherish that shit like crazy and after my mum’s mistake it would take a miracle for me to just agree and jump into bed with just anyone.
I can’t believe I let them think that I was easy and that Dylan is tired of me after he got what he wanted from me.
I refuse to just let them think that I have given my virginity to someone undeserving. No; that’s not how my mother raised me.
“Y-you th-ink I have a-already slept with D-Dylan?” I ask him; my voice weak and defeated.
I don’t know at what point exactly this has turned into an argument but I haven’t seen Harry this worked up since the start of fresh man year and it gives me a little bit of an idea that I had upset him to the point where he completely accused me of being a whore.
“Isn’t that what happened?” he asked spitefully and my eyes started to water when the realization hit me.
Everyone has been thinking that I was a whore all along and I played my part well by making them think that I was just a desperate girl going after him.
“What gave you the idea that I was that girl?” my voice breaks at the end and at this Harry’s harsh demeanor shifted into one of concern.
“Everyone has been talking about it since it happened, I don’t know who exactly told me but it’s been going around since fresh man party on January,” He admits and that makes my heart ache.
A rumor has been going on about me being a whore without me knowing and here I am getting my heart broken over it again.
It’s high school all over again.
“I can’t believe you believed that.” Was my reply for his story and his face changes from concerned into sad and then mad within a spare of a second.
“How am I supposed to know they were rumors? You have given me and everyone else the impression that he has fucked you and told you he wants nothing to do with you with the way you act around him. I thought you guys were once a thing and that’s why you’ve been obsessing over him for a while now.” He tries to reason.
I picked up my purse and stand up to leave but Harry wasn’t having it.
“You’re not going anywhere; we have to talk about this.” He demands as he grasps my wrist a little harder than he usually does.
“There is no we, Harry, we don’t have to talk about any of this because it’s not any of your business, just because Naomi sent you to drive me to the station doesn’t mean anything has changed and most importantly know better than to cross the line between strictly college partners and friends.” this is the only way how I know to get people off my back, to hit them where it hurts most and I know for a fact that mentioning our current situation to Harry is what does it for him.
But before he could reply a way to familiar voice catches me off guard.
“That’s no way to talk to a guy who is your friend.”
I slowly turned around to see him standing behind me with his hands shoved deep into his denim pockets, sporting a shit eating grin similar to what Harry had when he called that day I was having lunch.
“What are you doing here?”
“Harry has been your friend since you were 5 years old, just because he moved away when you were 7 doesn’t mean he has lost the title.” He answers instead and it makes me confused how he knows all of this.
“Fuck you Dylan and your stupid rumors.” I spat as I snatched my hand from Harry and made my way to the exit.
“Nice to see you too.” Was the last thing I heard before I locked myself in my car and drove off like a mad man.
Hello guys, I hope your enjoying the story, sorry for not updating soon the network here could be handy sometimes, next chapter is going to be in harry’s p.o.v so I hope it would clear all the confusion.
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