Conflicted (H.S)

Chapter 6

Stepping out into the crisp, wintery air of early February, I immediately regretted the decision I’d made the previous evening to not take a coat with me when we left for the club.

A cold shiver ran up my spine as I hastily followed Harry to his garage.

As soon as the roller door on the garage opened, my jaw dropped. Almost fainting, my eyes landed on a black Range Rover, shifting slightly to the left to see on a stunning cherry red Jaguar E-Type. This feeling was heightened, however, as I saw Harry walk towards the driver’s side of the grey Audi R8 lying next to it.

I was hauled from my ogling by a deep chuckle, Harry quietly laughing to himself at my mesmerised state at the sight of his cars.

Well, not all of us can be rich enough to splurge on lavish cars. Asshole.

Shuffling into the passenger seat, I scoffed slightly, immediately soaking up the experience of being in the presence of such glorious cars.

A full laugh leaving his lips, Harry breathlessly states “If you think this is good, you should see the Ferrari.”

“Ugh, rich people,” I sassily replied in an annoyed tone, rolling my eyes in the process.

Laughing again, Harry stuck the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life. Seconds later, we were making our way down the driveway and out Harry’s front gates.

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“So, where am I taking you?” Harry’s deep voice floated around the car, breaking the comfortable silence we’d been in for the last few minutes.

Telling Harry my address, I was immediately reminded of Jesse’s infidelity in my bed, bringing an uneasy feeling into the pit of my stomach.

Looking out the window, I failed to push away the painful thoughts that arose soon after. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I was sure as shit was going to have buy a new bed or something, I was pretty sure the whore’s stench was woven into the fabric of my mattress by then.

I was pulled from my trance by Harry’s large, warm hand placing itself in mine, squeezing softly.

“Hey, are you ok?” a concerned look present on his face.

“What? Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine,” I hastily replied, hoping to deflect and avoid the topic of Jesse.

“Are you sure?” he enquired.

“Yeah,” I sighed.

“This is me,” I stated, the car coming to a stop at the top of my gravel driveway.

Opening the door and stepping out, I was instantly tugged back into the car by a firm hand wrapped around my wrist.

“Are you free for lunch?” an inquisitive, yet hopeful look being passed my way.

“I don’t know, it depends,” I replied, my right eyebrow arching.

“On?”

“Is it a date?”

“Do you want it to be?”

“I don’t know, I’ll decide at lunch.”

Smiling broadly, Harry responded, “Great! It’s 11 now, so I’ll come back and get you at 1,” I nodded, “Alright, I have to go and kick those hooligans out of my house.”

Giggling slightly, I removed myself from the car, gently closing the door and swiftly making my way up to the front door. Pulling my keys from my purse, I opened the door, turning back and waving to Harry, stepping in soon after.

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Standing underneath the scolding hot water pouring from the shower head, it hit me all at once. The stresses from work, Jesse cheating, me sleeping with Harry Styles, meeting the rest of One Direction, going on a date with Harry. The array of mixed emotions flooding through my brain were followed by a loud sob escaping my lips.

One second, they were tears of exasperation and deep sadness. The next, they were tears of overwhelming excitement and happiness at the endless possibilities that could occur between Harry and I.

This cycle was repeated for a few more minutes before I realised that I’d have to get out soon to fully prepare myself for my date with Harry Styles.

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Standing in front of my wardrobe in a fluffy towel, hair dried and light make up applied, my gaze drifts to the left hand side of the closet adorned with Jesse’s clothes.

Disgust and rage filling my brain, I mentally debated eating my dinner around a bon fire...

Shaking my head of the tempting idea, I stepped closer and reached up, grasping the handles of two of Jesse’s suitcases that lived on the top shelf of the wardrobe.

Placing them on the bed, I turned back towards the rack of clothing, securing the coat hangers of clothes in my hands, making mental plans to call him later to request that he remove his belongings from my home.

After both suitcases were bulging with clothes, almost busting at the zip, I glanced at the clock, noting it was 12:30.

Focusing on the task at hand, I spun on my heel, removing a pair of black patched denim jeans, a white button up, a dark brown cardigan jumper, and a cream coloured scarf. Immediately dressing, I reached into the bowels of my wardrobe, retrieving a pair of black heeled ankle boots.

Gazing at the clock once again, I acknowledged that I had less than 5 minutes before Harry was due to arrive.

Speeding down the steps in excitement and nervousness, I made my way into the kitchen, deciding on a glass of water to chill my nerves.

Peeking through the curtains of my front window, my gaze landed on an incredibly handsome figure walking towards my front door.

Seconds later, the sound of knuckles rapping against the wood of my front door disturbed the quietness present in my house.

Grabbing my purse, ensuring that my house keys, phone and wallet were safely tucked inside, I slowly opened the door, Harry looking even more glorious than he did earlier, if that was even possible.

A sparkling glint present in his eyes, making me want to forget everything and get deeply lost within them.

A/N: Hope you like it! Also, there's a Spotify playlist entitled "Conflicted (H.S) - Official Playlist" :D