CHAPTER 21
HARRY’S POV

Veronica stood in my front door looking very nervous, I never expected her to come over my house; especially this late and because we don’t talk too much anymore.
“I need to tell you something.” Veronica said as we stood in silence.
"Is this weird …. I should probably… go” Veronica whispered taking some steps back.
“No no come on in Sour Puss” She thought about it and then gave me a smile and walked in. It was very quiet, luckily my maid had left the house spotless. My mother was still at her jewelry store and didn’t come home until eleven.
“You want something to drink?”
“No, its fine” Her hazel eyes traced the white walls filled with portraits and art pieces and smiled every now and then.
“Is that you?” It was a picture of my little brother Kevin.
“No, that’s my younger brother” She looked at the rest of the pictures that hanged on the wall.
“That’s me!” I pointed at a gold small frame that stood on the dark wood coffee table.
“You were so cute!” Veronica said picking up the frame that had a picture of me when I was a newborn.
“Were?” I tried to make the atmosphere a little less awkward, but it didn’t work.
“What?” She put down the frame.
“Nothing, you want to see more? I have an album up in my room” She let out a giggle at the idea.
“Yeah, sounds like fun”
I guided Veronica up the stone flight of stairs, her eyes stayed glued at the ceiling which hanged two white chandeliers. We made a turn as the wall changed from white to red.



VERONICA’S POV



Harry house was huge, bigger than what I ever imagined. The walls shined bright red, making our way through a hallway stopping in front of a turquoise door.
“What’s up with the blue?” I asked as Harry placed his large hand on the handle.
“My brother picked it, that’s his favorite color” The door flew open showing the dark green walls filled with modern art and posters. His room was bigger than mine, way bigger. He had his bed right in the middle of the room. Next to his computer he had three acoustic guitars hung on the wall.
Harry walked toward a shelf where he took out a black album and I decided to take a seat on his computer chair.
“Here” He handed me the album as he took a seat on the edge of his bed. I flipped through the pages that had pictures of him and his younger brother.
“So what where you going to tell me?” Harry asked, I almost forgot I came over to apologize for Zayn. I closed the album placing it on the desk.
“Oh yeah, umm” I had to fix the words in my head.
“I’m sorry for what Zayn told you, I feel really terrible... I’m sorry” Harry gave me a smirk.
“No, no. You shouldn’t be the one apologizing it should be Zayn. You didn’t do anything”. Harry interrupted me. And he was right, Zayn should become the bigger person and apologize.
"You know what, you're right. He should be the one to apologize. I just don't know why he did that" I said as I stood up and began to wander around Harry's room.
"Well he's just being a jackass. It's okay though. We seemingly always find our way back to each other" he said with a smirk.
"Yeah yeah. Just... I don't want to stop talking to you because of Zayn. You're my friend and a great one for that matter" I sat down again and grabbed the photo book from the desk and began to look at it again.
"I know I'm great but cut yourself some slack. You're okay too" he said. I couldn't help but laugh at his statement. Was he saying I was less than great?! What a loser.
"Well I think I should get going. It's getting late and we have school tomorrow..." I said as I continued to laugh. I didn't want to leave, but I knew I was going to regret it in the morning. Harry nodded and headed to the front door of his room.
"Oh you can take the photo album if you'd like. And when you finish looking through it, you can just bring it back" he said with a smile that showed his dimples.
"Wow Styles. You trying to pull a move just so I can come over again? Cause it's working" we were walking down the stairs as we heard the front door open.
"Oh hi mom" I heard Harry say as we reached the bottom.
"Hello sweetheart.... Oh! Didn't see you there. Harry do you mind introducing us?" Harry's mom said as she smiled at me. She looked nice and pretty young. She was wearing a business suit and had her hair in a bun.
"Oh well Veronica this is my mom. Mom this is Veronica. She's a friend from school and came over to pick up my picture album... She likes me" his mom beamed when Harry finished. I felt my cheeks redden from his sudden statement.
"Harry you wish. Nice to meet you Ms. Styles" I replied, trying to not blush any harder.
His mom chuckled and said, "well it's been a long day today. Hopefully I see you again Veronica. My son sure does have great taste in looks. I'm off to bed" then she waved and walked up the stairs.
"The hell was that Harry?!" I sort of yelled. But I failed at trying to sound serious because I started to giggle.
"Just trying to make a good impression. My mom likes you.. This is good"
"Oh well... Anyways i'll see you later okay? Oh yeah and I'll bring back your album some day" I said with a smirk.
"Umm well maybe we can catch up or something? You know since we haven't spoken in a while... That's it you want of course" Harry said as he scratched his neck. He looked nervous.
"Yeah sure Harry. I would love to. Just text me to let me know when" I smiled.
"Okay. Goodnight Veronica. Drive safe!"
"Bye Harry! Goodnight" I said as I walked away from his house and towards my car.
It felt great to know I had Harry back. I missed taking to him. I just hoped Zayn would understand and not get too mad about this.
I looked at my phone and I saw that I had a text message from Zayn. Actually several messages.

Zayn: where did you go?!

" ": c'mon answer me

" ": Veronica, baby ill explain just reply

" ": you went to his house?! What the fuck!!

After I read his last message, I knew he wasn't gonna be happy. Especially if he found out about the "catching up" Harry was planning. I was also wondering who had told Zayn that I went to Harry's house. Or if he saw me walk in. Or if Harry had told him, but I doubted it.
But I was gonna make Zayn be okay with it. Just because he was my boyfriend didn't mean he could make me stop talking to people.