The Jealousy Game.

What if your boyfriend Harry Styles left you for some blonde rich pretty girl? What if you wanted to make him jealous ? but not just making him jealous with any old guy , but with ''the'' Justin Bieber? What happens when the no strings attached plan ends up not working out? Read to find out.


37. the beinging of the end

Scarlets pov) I Woke up in my bed remembering my dream about Harry. Or was it a dream at all? How did I get In my bed? my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of pots and pans downstairs. My heart started to race as I thought someone was robbing me, I grabbed my baseball bat from under my bed and slowly tip toed downstairs.. I herd a familiar humming and as I came towards the kitchen what I saw Had me in shock. It was Harry though his back was turned I still knew it was him. I dropped my baseball bat causing him to freeze and slowly turn around. He just gave me that cupcake smile and said '' Hi''. I was confused and angry. I froze My face unreadable, '' How.. Are you here.?'' I asked Now looking him In the eyes. He sighed turning off the stove not looking me in the eyes. '' That doesn't matter.. No one can know I'm here and alive. And we leave In a week.'' He said turning back around to finish cooking. '' What d-o you mean leaving?! and I deserve an answer and the truth Harold!'' I yelled , He turned around Looking me in the eye with a guilty expression. '' You do deserve the truth, But you also deserve to be safe.'' He said walking towards me , His hand touching my cheek. Tears formed in my eyes but..They never fell. '' I needed you..'' I whisper slowly walking away from him. '' No.. I didn't just need you, I needed you the most'' I say stepping further and further away from my love. My love walked towards me whispering things to calm me down.. My love made it worse..and I gave Up on my love.. And the game it played.


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