Hero

24. Freinds.

A/N: that picture gave me so much life I cannot tell you

As Harry had informed, I did find Perrie in the lounge watching some sort of animation movie whilst she proceeded to stuff popcorn into her mouth, I rolled my eyes slightly at her careless attitude compared to Harry's strict and uptight attitude he had taken on since breakfast. With a loud sigh I plopped beside her and curled my legs up beside me as I reached in and took a handful of the buttery kernels.

"Did you get kicked out?" She asked, taking her clear blue eyes off the movie she was watching which was currently showing a girl with bright orange hair chasing a bear. I nodded my head with a pout.

"Same." She responded before she shovelled more popcorn into her mouth. A surprised giggle left my lips as my mind wandered to what she did to have her kicked out of whatever she was up to previous to the movie.

"By who? And what did you do?" I asked in amusement as I chewed on the popcorn. She rolled her eyes muting the movie before she turned around to give me her full attention.

She scoffed indignantly.
"Well, Lance was being a dick so I went to slap him and he moved out of the way and I accidentally slapped Zayn." She huffed shaking her head. "It's a travesty of justice!" She exclaimed.

I couldn't help but laugh at her story, picturing Zayn's furious face when being accidentally slapped by his Fiancé, imagining myself slapping Harry I shuddered, his reaction would be intense.

"Don't laugh. Well, what did you do then?" She huffed glaring at me as I giggled at her death stare.

"I smashed a glass," I shrugged heavily as I took some more popcorn, she also copied my actions and took some popcorn as if she'd forgotten she had them. She let out a bout of laughter making me roll my eyes at her hypocrisy as she had literally just told me off for laughing at her, and now she was literally doing the exact same thing. Not that I minded really, I guess my clumsiness was rather amusing.

"Was Harry pissed?"

"Mhm." She snorted.

"What's new? He's always pissed," She said with a casual chuckle making me stop eating as I frowned at her casual words. Harry wasn't always pissed, he was actually rather normal at home, grumpy occasionally but she's acting like he's a walking time bomb and the last few months that I've spent with him he's been fairly careful not to raise his voice and has been pretty gentle towards me. So her words confuse me.

"What do you mean? I don't think he is," I commented frowning at her in confusion and misunderstanding. She snapped her head to look at me with raised brows.

"Well, Amelia. That's because you've only ever seen him in your apartment environment and very briefly here. There's very few people in the world that Harry tolerates, you know." She said with a pointed nod before she shoved another handful of popcorn into her mouth. She chewed loudly before wiping away the grease on her tight jeans making me cringe. I wasn't overly clean, but greasy jeans; no thanks.
"When I first met him, he was a right mess. So much repressed anger he didn't know what to do with himself, smashing things, punching walls," She shook her head, clear blue eyes blown wide, "It was terrible."

My lips fell apart to create a gap between them fuelled by the sudden casual on-load of information regarding Harry's past. It was something that over time had gradually drawn my attention and curiosity to, I wasn't entirely sure why I wanted to know his backstory but I guess your past is what makes the present and it would be nice to really know my soulmate and where he came from.

"Well, what happened?" I asked, the conversation holding my attention ransom all of a sudden as I crave for more information that Harry had deprived me of.