Harry Styles Imagines

19 - Annoyed and jealous (au)

ANNOYED AND JEALOUS

                                                   Harry sits on my bed and plays with his phone when I get back in my room. A huge smile is on my lips. Someone asked me out! What means I'm going to have a date tonight. The guy who asked me out looks pretty good and is really nice even though I wish someone else would ask me out... I shake my head and stand in front of my bed to look at Harry.

  "Guess what?" I ask happily and put my hands on my hips. Harry looks at me and raises one eyebrow. I swing back and forth on my heels with a huge smile on my face, "I have a date tonight!" I say excited, "Guess who?"

 I always force him to guess even though I know he won't do it. He never did this in the ten year friendship we both share. After he looks up from his phone without saying a word I clap in my hands and jump a little.

  "Matt! Matt asked me out!"

  "Yippieh." Harry replies absent and looks back at his phone. I frown and crawl on my bed next to him. I take his phone away and he looks at me pissed.

  "What is wrong?"

  "Nothing."

  "Stop lying. Tell me."

  "I guess I'm just the wrong person you should talk about who asked you out and who didn't." Harry shrugs. I have never really talked with him about this topic, from my side at least. Probably because no one ever asked me out in my 16 years of life. But Harry talks about it. Every two weeks I listen about what he has to tell me about the girl he had last week and about the girl he likes now.

  "Well, but I had to talk about it and you are here."

  "You are friends with girls so tell them because I don't give a shit about it."

 I roll my eyes and get up. It is always the same and I hate this side of him. All of sudden he gets pissed and you have no clue why. I walk toward my wardrobe and take out two different dresses. Although I know Harry is pissed off I will ask him which dress to wear. One is red and the other one is navy blue.

  "Which one?" I ask him.

  "I don't give a fuck about what you wearing to this stupid date." Harry says says without looking at me. I sigh and roll my eyes but tame my tongue before I make a rude remark about his annoying behaviour.

  "Which one?"

  "Put them both on." Harry says without looking up from his phone. Sighing, I shake my head and walk into my bathroom. When I put the red dress on and walk out I wait for Harry to look up but he does nothing. I clear my throat. Loud enough for Harry to hear it but he still doesn't look up. I start to get really annoyed. I throw a comb against his head and finally he looks up, with a death glare but I could care less.

  "Looks good." Harry says without really looking at the dress, more like the wall next to me.

  "What? The dress or the wall?"

  "Don't be annoying." He says and I wish I could slap him in this moment.

  "I'm not annoying, you are."

  "Whatever." Harry mumbles and I roll my eyes, walking back into the bathroom to change into the navy blue dress. When I walk out Harry's eyes are back on his phone. I look for something hard to throw at his head but he already looks up.

  "I liked the other one better."

  "But this one—"

  "I said I like the other one better. Don't ask me for my opinion if you don't give a shit about it." Harry interrupts me.