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So you really don't see anything wrong with that?" Y/N stood, folding her laundry on the bed she shared with Harry.
He's currently on tour. Y/N's been busy with exams and whatnot, so she couldn't go visit him. The phone was on speaker, the time of their conversation reading ten minutes. She'd finally worked up the courage to bring up something that had been bothering her for two days now.
"No, I think you're overreacting."
"I let it slide the first time! When Sarah was wearing your shirt on stage I didn't say anything. But now Clare is wearing your pants? Harry, what the hell? That's so inappropriate!"
Y/N had seen the picture of Clare with pants that looked all too familiar, and that did it for her.
"They're my friends. You know that."
"Exactly! Friends! I'm your girlfriend. I can wear your clothes. For another girl to be wearing your clothes is not okay Harry!"
"They're my friends!"
"I don't care what they are! I don't like them wearing your clothes!"
"You act like I have it to them. They go in my suitcase and take it, it's just a joke."
"So you're just so close to them that they go into your stuff? They see your underwear? What, do you walk around naked with them in your hotel room too like you do with me? Are you that comfortable with them?" She was being sarcastic.
"I mean, I wear underwear but-"
"Excuse me?!" Y/N screamed so loud Harry had to pull the phone away from his ear for a moment.
"You're overreacting, I-"
"No I'm not, Harry! How would you feel if I wore Niall's shirts! Or his sweatpants?! Niall is one of my best friends and you get mad even when I'm o the phone with him longer than half an hour!"
"Because that an abnormally long time to be talking to a guy friend!"
"Well it's abnormal for you to have other bitches wearing you clothes!"
"You haven't got to be rude! No need for name calling!" Harry was offended for his band mates slash best friends.
"Harry," Y/N took a deep breath. "If you don't handle this-I have both of their phone numbers and I promise you I will."
Harry sighed. When Y/N gets jealous she gets jealous. It's rare, but Harry knows if something is bothering her then he'd better handle it. Besides, it's not like this happened often. She was actually pretty chill most of the time.
"You're ridiculous," Harry shook his head although she couldn't see him.
"You're inconsiderate," she retaliated.
"Bye, I cant believe I'm dating a child."
"Same here," she said sweetly before clicking the end call button.
"I love-" Harry heard the beep and rolled his eyes.
Now he has to have a very awkward conversation with Sarah and Clare-especially because Clare already had on one of Harry's glittery blouses and now he'd have to ask her to take it off-if not, he won't have a girl to come home to when the tour is over.
"Fucking childish," Harry grumbled to himself as he walked over to his band.
