"Hi y/n." You grinned at Lucas, your decorated fingers hitting his in a high five. "Hey Lucas."
You were rewarded with a roll of his jade colored eyes and a nose flare. You mirrored his actions before dropping your bag on the couch.
You were mad. He was mad.
An unnecessary sack of insults were tossed around last night when Harry came home late, which you didn't mind. No. You were mad because he lied.
"Wait didn't you say you were going to be recording?"
"Uh yeah.."
"So why is twitter bombarding me with 'Harry Styles seen leaving a night club with friends' headlines?"
"Well... because that's where I was." He snapped. Oh.
After that, all hell broke loose. Why would you lie? I didn't lie, I changed my plans. Changed your plans my ass. You know what fuck this y/n, i've had a long night and I wanna sleep, i don't have the energy for your bullshit right now. Fine by me, i'll let you know how the guest bed feels. Fine. Fine.
So you did just that, you slept in the guest bedroom and by the time Harry's eyes fluttered open in the morning, you had left. Coming home to see Lucas made a wave of relief wash over you, not being too keen on alone time with Harry so soon.
It wasn't the fact that he had gone to a club or come home late, you just didn't like being lied to, even more so for no apparent reason.
"You coming to the party tonight?" Lucas was a good friend of yours, and when you started dating Harry, they hit it off pretty quickly. You shot him a confused look.
"Oh, May is having a party, she asked me to let you know a week ago but..." he trailed off giving you a sheepish apologetic look. You rolled your eyes at him, flicking his forehead.
"You know i'm never one to turn down a good party."
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"Please do breathe louder, don't think my uncle Thomas in Manchester heard you." He grumbled adjusting himself in the driver's seat.
You exhaled and decided to give him something to keep him entertained since he was being petty while you were pretty much over it.
"Well maybe that's because he lives in London you idiot." You sassed back, earning a nasty glare, but a quiet Harry nonetheless.
You truly didn't understand why he was still angry, after all he was the one who lied to you. If he had just told you the truth about where he was going in the first place, you wouldn't even have had this argument.
Harry had done the most. You tried to lighten the mood while getting ready by asking him to zip up the back of your skirt, but apparently 'yeh have your own fingers don't yeh?'
You gave up when he slammed the door in your face before leaving your home. That was the last straw.
You let out a sigh of relief when May's home came into view, for the first time delighted to be away from Harry for a few hours.
