P.S. I Hate You 2 [ discontinued until further notice ! ]

Chapter 25

A/N:

Remember when you had a life and stopped making bitchy comments about mine?

cool zayn, congrats on ur sausage

thats all I have to say

And I unfollowed him so

- BritishBums xox

P.S. ACT MY AGE REMINDS ME OF BLUE AND HARRY IN THE FUTURE LMAO

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Harry and I just got to the hotel we were staying at, in our time here we've watched a marathon of Friends and well.. Watched a marathon of Friends.

After another episode that kind of had me smiling and laughing I was in a better mood, more than ever.

Harry smiles down at me, pulling me towards him as he stared at his phone. I couldn't help but notice how many times he's looked at his phone though. It bothered me way too much. And all he did was stare at it.

"Could I probably ask, what's going on? Or do you not want me in your business because—"

"I want you all in my business." He cut me off, leaning down and softly kissing me. "It's just kind of weird, I got this text."

"Oh, what text.'' I shrugged, once again flipping through the tv channels.

"A text.. Well, it's hard to explain. You're not going to get angry with me are you?"

"I don't know about that." I say honestly anyway.

"Kendall texted me. After this whole time.'' He chuckled after a short silence.

"Kendall? Jenner?" I rose my eyebrows. "That.. Her?" I frowned.

"Yeah."

I stayed silent, sighing. I stopped flipping through the channels as he frowned at me.
"Blue." He groaned. "See, I knew you'd act like this. It isn't anything bad, I promise babe."

''Yeah, promises shromises. What did she say?"

He showed me as I read through it.

- Hey, Harry! This is Kendall. We haven't talked in awhile, how are you? How's everything?

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"She probably doesn't know you're married, do you want me to clear that up for you?" I asked naturally, as he chuckled.

"It isn't funny, I'll give her a piece of my mind. You're mine. And hell, you know I'm greedy. I get so greedy." I was whining like a child. It was funny actually.. Whenever we'd get jealous about something we'd immediately act like children.

Harry wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me towards his warm body. I trace my fingers over his chest just staring at his array of tattoos.

"It's cute, really. I still can't wrap my head around the thought that you still think you can lose me to someone else."

"It's a possibility. There are millions of girls out there who are better than me." I muttered. It's stupid how I mentally panic whenever another girl is in sight, but that's just how I am when I'm.. In whatever this is. Love.

"But none of them are you. I want you."

I couldn't help but smile, but then I try to hide it by burying my face into his chest.

"That tickles." He laughed as I playfully brushed my nose over his chest.

"Okay, well I'm going to call Anne and check on the kids." I remembered as he nodded.