You readjusted your heels as you leant against the car.
"Told ya not to wear those, y' gonna be suffering all night. See what happens when y' try to be a smart ass." He chuckled, knowing exactly how to push your buttons when you were mad.
That was when you decided, Harry was nonexistent to you for the remainder of the night.
"You know what Harry? Fuck you."
You walked away from him, heading straight to your group of friends in the kitchen. Lucas spotted you the second you walked through the door.
"Hey! You made it. Where's Harry?"
"I have no clue. Get me a drink."
•••
The entire night consisted of Harry speaking to his friends and of you dancing with yours.
Everybody around you was coupled up at some point, you didn't feel the need to kiss ass and run back to Harry just because everyone had begun to get cozy with their significant other; he really had pissed you off, and on purpose at that, no way were you going back to him.
Harry on the other hand, began to miss you. Seeing everyone around him cuddling and kissing made his eyes wander for you instinctively.
"Lucas, have you seen y/n?" "Last I saw her she was on the porch with Kara and Dylan."
With a quick thank you, he made his way to the front porch to look for his lover, and sure enough, there you were with a half drained bottle of beer in your hands.
Coming up behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, subtly trying to immerse himself in the conversation you were having with the couple.
"What are you doing?" Ouch. Kara and Dylan flinched at your tone, and you had no doubt that Harry internally cringed at the idea that you didn't want him around.
"Baby, I wanna dance. Don't you? Yeah let's!" You rolled your eyes at Kara's poor attempt of not making it obvious.
"Love, you can't still be mad at me." You raised your eyebrows at him, raising your beer up, "Yeah? Well guess again Styles!"
"I'm sorry y/n. Can't you just let it go?" He regretted it as soon as it slipped out, if he wanted to make you less mad at him, he definitely failed.
"You know what I think i'll find my own ride home."
A face palm was appropriate as he chased after you through the house. "Leave me the fuck alone Harry, I mean it."
"Okay okay fine, m'sorry, i'll leave you alone but at least let me take you home."
•••
"Angel-"
"Don't fucking 'Angel' me. You wanted to drag this shit on, well here you go. Don't dish it out if you can't take it."
The car ride home had been painfully hostile. Harry was past it. He knew you just wanted to know where he was because it was easier for you, you'd know he was safe. He knew you just didn't like being lied to.
At this point, he just wanted it to be over.
"Y/n- God y/n please just listen to me."
He knew he had to go about this carefully, you had alcohol in your system and you were pissed.
He watched as you stripped, tried not to get distracted because even when you were angry, you were still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
"You're taking the guest room tonight." "M' not going anywhere y/n." "Yes you fucking are." "No, m' not spending another night without yeh." "Well you should've fucking thought of that before lying to me for no good reason and having the audacity to be mad at me like I was the one who did something wrong!"
He couldn't but laugh when you threw your shoe at him.
He managed to pin your body down to the bed, with a lot of protest on your part.
"Baby! Baby, listen to me! I'm sorry! I shouldn't 've lied to you. I didn't even mean to, Tyler said something to piss me off and I hadn't gotten it out of my system alright? That was no excuse to take it out on you but I did, and i'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Your resistance finally got him off you, resulting in Harry plopping down to the floor, straight on his ass.
You couldn't help but laugh at his dumbfounded look, he wasn't amused, but figured it'd be better to feign laughter than get into it again with you.
From his place on the floor, you picked up his chin, kissing his breath away, leaving him wanting more.
"Fuck, please baby."
You smirked, giving your hips a little extra sway while strutting to the bathroom.
"See what happens when you try to be a smartass?"
Smartass.
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