Clouds {Harry Styles A.U}

Chapter 10

Isabel's P.O.V

*Few months later*

"Come on! You totally cheated!" I shout at the TV.

"I did no such thing." Harry swings his hands up in defense. It was his bright idea to introduce to the world of ps4. I caught him playing one night when I barged into his dorm room. I wasn't into that kind of thing until I watched him play The Last of Us. After I cried from the amazing story plot, he persauded me to play as well.

Now we are at a full out war in Call of Duty.

"Isn't the boyfriend supposed to let the girlfriend win even if she sucks?" I pout, sticking out my bottom lip profusely.

Harry pokes at it quickly," Nope. Not us. It's either you lose, again, or you don't. "

"Harry, let's face it, I'm never going to win. Pressing that button or whatever to shoot repeatedly without aiming first isn't getting me anywhere. " I throw the controller to the side, cautiously because if I broke it, Harry will murder me.

"I'll teach you baby." He gestures for me to sit on his lap, with my back faced towards him he engulfs me with his strong arms. Hugging me from behind is my favorite hug. He places the controller in my hands but keeps his on top of of mine.

"Okay I'm going to tell you what to press and I'm going to need you to do it." He softly commands against my ear. His hot breathe filling my senses with the smell of mint mixed with strawberries.

As the game begins, Harry starts yelling each button to press. It's overwhelming at first, but eventually I get more into the game than Harry.

"I can't do it anymore. My fingers hurt." I whine dramatically.

"It's quite hot to have a gamer girlfriend. " Harry kisses me on my cheek cutely. I giggle at his actions.

"You know what's even better?" I smirk.

"Sex?" He smirks back, giving me his panty dropper half smile.

"No Harold, what's better is taking a shower." I move to straddle his waist, giving him a hint at what I'm trying to say without actually saying it.

"I'll go start the shower." He grips my waist and rolls me off of him as he hurriedly runs to the bathroom. Thank goodness his roommate isn't here, again.

Once Harry is out of sight, I notice his phone on his desk blinking. I don't want to snoop at it but it's blinking like crazy. My fingers get the best of me and I slide my thumb over the screen, revealing a inbox full of messages from one person. The number isn't saved which bothers me.

Harry answer your damn phone.

This is important, Louis is going to kill you. Literally.

If you don't have the money by this week, he will find you and beat the shit out of you. And I'm not going to clean up  your mess.

Okay that's weird. I'm starting to get nervous at the texts. Those weren't playful threats they were serious. What is Harry doing that could be this dangerous?

My thoughts are everywhere and I don't notice Harry returning from the bathroom with a confused look on his face.

"Hey I thought you were coming? I was waiting for you." A towel is wrapped around his torso exposing his defined abdomen. Usually I would be licking the crap out of it but I can't think clearly. "Iz?" He nudges me.

I shake my head rapidly, "Sorry I, um, I lost my phone and I was trying to find it." I lie.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He rubs my arms slowly, his touch doesn't give me the heat I crave. Only cold.

"I'm fine. I think I'm going to pass on the shower though. Taylor needs me, it's urgent."  I move away from his touch, grabbing my phone and keys off the desk and rushing to the door. I look back at a confused, and maybe hurt, Harry. "I'm sorry, I'll be back okay." I force a smile. His shoulders slightly relax but he must sense my nerves because his eyes are piercing my soul.

"Okay. "

I hurriedly run back to him and give him a hard kiss, to assure him I'm not going anywhere. To be honest I'm not. I just going to take a walk and figure out if I'm just blowing this out of proportion. If Harry has issues and hasn't told me about them, then he clearly doesn't want me to know. But I need to.

As I leave his room, instead of going back to my dorm, I head to the elevators to take me down to the lobby into the outside world. Exiting out of the building, I'm struck with the cold November air. The fresh air invading my nose and filling up my lungs. And as I walk down the paved sidewalk, I start to regret ever leaving Harry's room. Being away from him hurts in a weird way. I'll just ask him about it. That's all I need to do. Everything is okay.

Right?

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P.s things are about to get crazy. FYI. It's the calm before the storm