Catie's POV

''Goodnight, Catie.'' Harry whispers in my ear as he pulls me towards him so my back is touching his bare chest. I still don't know why he kissed me. He's acting so weird lately. I never expected him being so... nice to me. After all those years being a jerk, he suddenly changed in the opposite of a jerk. A nice guy.

Harry Styles being sweet.

Even the thought of it makes me shiver.

To be honest I thought he'd act like he wouldn't give a shit about any damn thing in the world and he'd just do whatever he wants to do. Or that he'd hit me, use me as a slave, and just destroy my life. But he isn't doing anything of it.

I never really understood him. He could be so moody at times, he gets annoyed quickly by everyone but now he's acting so calm and caring and it scares me because Harry usually never gives an actual fuck about anything. Now he's acting like nothing happend, he's showing a side of him I've never seen before and it scares me.

And instead of hating me, he was trying to kiss me today. There is something about him and I still don't know what it is. It's like he's hiding something for me. It annoys me as fuck that some people keep everything as a secret and you find it out yourself at the (bad) end of the situation.
There's a reason he's doing all of this, and I'm gonna do anything to find out what the reason is.

Detective Catie is coming. (lolz jk)

But if I want to find out, I need him to ask things to. I'm no pussy, yanno.

I turn around to face Harry. I hope he's still awake, otherwise I would be talking to a sleeping human and that would be awkward as fuck.

''But I still don't know why you kissed me.'' I dryly say.

He opens his eyes and looks at e as if I'm Bloody Mary.

''It was just a kiss, nothing serious.'' He finally says.

Oh.

Okay then.

I turn around and try to fall asleep again.

SO, the kiss meant nothing to him.

Why do I even care so much? I better have to sleep right now.

***NEXT MORNING***

Catie's POV


I lied to Harry's mom. Nothing's wrong. Nothing doesn't exist. There's always something wrong. What I just did was wrong. I shouldn't kiss Harry, but I just couldn't stop myself.

But that wasn't the only thing that was bothering me.

I want fucking answers. I've been involved with tons of situations now, the marriage, Harry suddenly acting too sweet, Harry fucking Egg Styles kissing me. They're all hiding something for me. Jenna, my father, Harry's mom, Harry's dad and the douchebag himself. I can fucking feel it.

I'm so fucking done. Now I think of all this, I know there's something wrong. They're hiding something from me but won't tell me that. To make it worse they didn't even ask me someting, they just let me fucking marry and now they're probably thinking I'm living happy and well or something.

Now I'm thinking obout all of this the anger boils up in me. I stand up, grabbing my phone and black leather jacket.

"Where are you going?" Harry says, standing up. I don't respond, instead I put my jacket on and walk to the front door.

"I said where are you going?!" Harry raises his voice and walks towards me.

"To school. Where do you think I'm going?!" I yell. I can't control myself. I need to let this anger out. I'm not in the fucking mood to act all nice and stuff.
Fakeness is not something for me.

I put my light brown Uggs on, and run to the door. I can hear Harry's footsteps behind me. Suddenly I feel his hand on my wrist.

"You aren't going anywhere." He threatens, looking harsh at me. I give him a arrogant look back.

"You're not my fucking boss! I'm an adult, I can do what I fucking want!" I yell in his face, but he doesn't make a single movement.

"You ain't gonna go anywhere!" He yells in my face, grabbing my other wrist with his free hand.
I look at him. I try to yank away but he's stronger. I walk backwards till my back hits the door, Harry still in front of me, walking with me.

"Harry, let go of her. Now." Harry's mother demands from behind.
He looks at me harshly.

"You heard her." I smirk.

He lets go of me and walks backwards, his dark green eyes still focused on me.
I open the door but then I feel a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Don't, Catie." Harry's mother demands again and I turn around.

Why has everyone need to be so fucking annoying? I sigh, looking at a wall. We walk to the living room again, but when we've reached it I run as quick as I can to the door, step outside and shut it as loud as I can behind me.

They seriously thought I'm a pussy. They just don't fucking know me so I just let them think weird things because I know they're wrong.

I run as hard as I can, not knowing where I go. London is a big city, that's for sure. I run into a crowded shopping street.






Suddenly I hear someone yell my name.

Notes

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