Harry Styles, I'm Not Your Puppet (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (On Hold for Now)

Ch. 2 "Scheming is but a Habit"

―Harry―

I was listening to Liam as he sang. I wanted to hear the song as it came to life in the studio, and it was pretty amazing. I was enjoying myself.

Sure, I might have caused the whole scene in my head to be a yelling spree, but I knew that wouldn’t have happened. Kim never yells, unless it’s serious. I took Kim’s glasses, I knew she was going to the beach today, and I also knew that she wouldn’t let anyone live down the fact someone took her glasses. So, by default, I also knew she’d come to the studio to question everyone.

First, it was Niall who got the text, then Louis, Liam, Zayn. All of them getting the text, but none noticing as I deleted them. Kim never texted me, and I would’ve told her where they were if she did. Maybe. But, the fact that she hates me now, it just added to the fun of it all.

So, when Zayn came in to tell me that Kim’s here looking for her glasses, and that she thought it was him who took them, a little spark ignited inside of me. I’m not sure what it was. I wanted to call it happiness, but it seemed much more than that.

When Louis and Niall came in, I knew that Kim would be leaving in a moment. So, I seized my chance, and went to the main room. Kim was heading towards the door, so, in a last effort to get under her skin, I said “Hey, Kim,” and it was enough.

Kim turned around to look at me and her face was mostly disgust, I practically could feel all the murderous thoughts she was thinking about me. I kind of thought it was cute, but I’d never say it. She’s horrible, and anything to get after her, hey, I’m all for it.

“What?” She said. Her tone was unrelated to her body. All short and blonde, the voice was so full of hatred, it didn’t fit her. And, then she blinked at the voice, and she obviously didn’t expect to be that harsh.

I grinned, I couldn’t help it. I pointed to the bag, and I said the words I knew she’d hate to hear the most at the moment. “Zayn didn’t take the glasses.” And she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, and I left.

Everyone in the studio heard the girls outside scream and the door slam shut. Everyone looked at each other and asked what happened. All except Liam, he didn’t really notice much. Louis looked at me expectantly, like I was going to tell him what happened, right in front of everybody.

I didn’t, we sang the chorus. And thirty minutes later, we were heading back to our loft. And Louis saying nothing to me, he knew how to get things out of me. Complete and utter silence.

That was the thing about Louis, he didn’t push things. He let you tell him, or he ignored it, either way he knew that you’d eventually tell him if it was bugging you. But that’s just the thing, this thing wasn’t bugging me, but every encounter with Niall’s sister I had suddenly forced Louis into extreme silence.

I never told Louis what happened that day, and I really wasn’t looking forward to it. I knew I’d have to eventually, but I was just postponing it.

“Harry,” He said. We were in front of the house now.

“Yeah?” I opened the passenger side door, and looked at him.

“Whatever it is between you two, I’m sorry that it happened.” He gave that predictable Louis grimace, and turned off the vehicle. 

I grimaced, got out, and closed the door behind me. I hate when he does that, makes you feel guilty for something that you never told him. When he was fiddling with the lock to our door, I just watched him and mumbled to myself, “I’m sorry, too.”

And I was. I felt sorry for her. For us.

But most of all, I felt sorry for myself. 

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