Sleeping With The Enemy (Harry Styles)

Chapter 23 *continues*

Oh my god! How could I be so dumb! I left the fucking stove on!

"W-well.. What's happening now?" I mumbled, not really caring that literally thousands of people were listening to this conversation.

"They're hosing it down." She repeated.

I groaned. All my things were there.. EVERYTHING.

Now it's all gone.

"What happened love?" Harry asks.

"Can I borrow Harry for like.. A couple of minutes?" I spoke into the microphone.

"Uhh.." All the boys pondered.

"Yeah!" Someone from backstage yelled, and I just considered it.

"Okay, bye Georgia." I say, hanging the phone up.

Harry looked at me questioningly.

"My house burned down." I sighed, finally having the urge to say it.

"Oh my god." He gasps,looking at me with full on concern. "Do you want me to drive you over there now?"

"No, Harry you have a show to do." I whined.

"I don't fucking care, I can leave this place whenever I want."

"But----"

"Come on." Harry interrupts me, pulling me by the arm as we rushed down the corridors.

Me not being such an athletic person, I was running pretty slow. "Harry slow down!"

"Urgh, come here." He grunted, quickly picking me up bridal style before we were going in a fast pace now.

My hair was blown back as soon as the doors swung open.

Harry's strong arms held me steady, which was surprising, because to me, I was honestly really heavy.

"You aren't heavy." He pulls a small smile before he sets me in the passenger seat of his car. Harry seriously just read my mind.

He was about to put my seatbelt on for me, before I stopped him.

"I can do the seatbelt, Haz." I mumbled, gasping as I covered my mouth. Shit shit shit! Did I just call him Haz?!

He smirked a big smirk, cocking an eyebrow. Thankfully, he shuts my door, me breathing out, as I blushed deeply. I can't believe I just called him by his nickname. What the hell has been up with me today?

Once he hops into the driver's seat, and quickly starts the car up, he still smirks at me.

"You called me Haz." He teases.

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-Jane's POV-

The sight was quite depressing, my house literally just disinigrated black stuff.

I walked through it, my frown not leaving my face.

Harry followed behind me, his facial expression not changing as well.

"I'm sorry, love." Harry says seriously.

I nod just slightly. "It's okay," I say softly.

A firefighter comes up to me. "Are you Jane?" He questions.

"Yeah," I sigh, still extremely sad.

"This was the stuff we found saved from the fire." He says, holding a box out to me.

The box was filled with videotapes, that I didn't really recognize at first, until..

"Oh." I mumbled. "Thank you." I rushed, taking them from him.