P.S. I Hate You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 32

"I'll check my phone first." I agreed, as he nodded.

"But kiss me."

"Nope. Not right now." I shook my head.

I remained hard like a rock as I unlocked my phone to see the message.

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From: Fuck u Management :p

Blue, meeting with Harry in our main office, 2PM sharp. Urgent.

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I smirked at what I had named the contact, but then bit my lip.

"Is it bad?" Harry asked.

"I guess.. But you've really got to ask for a few days off."

"Oh. So it's management?" He immediately found out.

I nodded. "Meeting at 2pm with them." I anxiously spoke.

"Ah. Don't be scared. I've got this." He waved.

Yeah, sure thing..

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We weren't having sex in the shower again, we were just saving water you could say.

Me and Harry ended up showering together.

I giggled as he splashed me with water, as I pouted.

I had accidentally splashed soap into his eyes as I gasped, holding a hand to my mouth.

"Ah shit.'' He squeezed his eyes closed, my eyes slightly widening.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I whispered, shaking my head. "I got it."

I rinsed my hands before washing his eyes.

My eyes trained on his face as I did, as he smiled slightly.

"So you won't kiss me..But instead you get soap in my eyes, wow brilliant." He joked as I smiled.

"I can kiss you now."

"Well that wasn't so hard, wasn't it?'' He smirked, as I slowly planted my lips on his.

Nuh uh, that did not feel right.

I feel so clingy.. And icky.

Harry pulled away, looking at me questioningly. "Why aren't you kissing back?"

Because you're a dick bag. I thought.

Yet, I feel like I have feelings for that bag full of dicks.

I think my eyes spoke for themselves as his slight smirk, faded.

"You're not doing anything wrong, if you think you are.."

"I know that, you're the one doing something wrong, Harry. You can't even fucking pick, I told you once, it's me or that fucking priss. I think that it's just your nature to play with girls. Isn't it?" I hissed, eyeing him. "If only you knew what she told me that night." I whispered to myself, but he seemed to hear.

"What did she say to you?"

I froze, not knowing what to do. He wouldn't even believe me, I knew it already.

"Nothing." I replied simply.

"Blue, look at me. I want to know what she told you." He spoke sternly, his fingers slightly gripping my face and turning it towards him.

"I can't." I whispered, sadly looking down at my hands.

He sighed, letting go of from his grasp. "I know, that I play with girls. I do it, because I do, okay?"