Ali's P.O.V After our day at the fair we were driven back to Harry’s house. I felt stupid about what I had said. He obviously didn’t feel the same way. Niall and Emilia drove to the Mexican in town to fetch some tacos which meant I was alone with harry. “Harry? How do you feel?” I sat on the counter top by the sink as he reached to put some plates in the oven to keep them warm. He looked up but remained silent. I raised an eyebrow. But there was still silence. I got off the counter and walked out of the kitchen. I parched myself at the bottom step of the vast stair case. Shortly after I was followed by Harry he stood in front of me. “Well..?” “Ali I don’t know, it’s only been two days.” He smiled I got up, he expected me to give in and hug him but I had a point to make. “So everything you said in the kitchen to Niall and what you said to me at the fair. That wasn’t true?” I said raising my voice a little higher in anger. My eyes welling up at not a single sound came from my new loves parted mouth. “Don’t you raise your voice at me, and I don’t know how I feel it’s been two days. I’ve spoken to numerous of people about us...” I cut him off and stood on the third step so I was at equal height so, he couldn’t intimidate me. “Excuse me Mr. big shot but who do you think you are? And since when has there been an US and who the hell are these numerous of people?” His eyes grew darker, his body stiffening. I could tell he was getting angry. “Shut the fuck up Ali, you know nothing. And my good friend Cara, she reassured me that your just in it for the money!” that was it he was shouting at me then accused me of using him. I’m not like that I liked him for who he is, but when his ego takes over, I can’t handle it. Without saying a word I ran up stiars in tears, straight into Harry’s room and straight over to my bag. I was collecting my things when harry was immediately stood behind me. I got up not making eye contact with him. He’s such a jerk. What’s gotten into him? “What are you doing?” harry asked a little calmer. I ignored him. I wasn’t going to give into him, not now not ever. He thinks because he’s this big star that everyone’s going to bow down to him. Ha, no think again Mr. Styles. “Ali?” I brushed past him, he smelt so good so manly. I can’t do this. I looked up at him. Tears were in both of our eyes. “Good bye Harry Styles”. I picked up my bag crying and left the house standing at the top waiting for Mim. Emilia’s P.O.V