Eighteen {Harry styles fanfiction}

chapter 5

We both looked up from our food.

"Excuse me a minute," I said, wiping my hands off on my napkin before pushing out my chair and standing up. I walked down the hall to the door.

Who would be at the door at this time?

I unlatched the lock and opened the door to find Anne standing there.

"Oh, hi Anne," I said with a small smile.

"Hi Lydia. Is Harry here?" She asked, obviously already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, come on in."

I walked back into the kitchen, Anne trailing behind me.

"Hey mum!" Harry said enthusiastically, a huge grin immediately appearing on his face as soon as he saw her.

He was such a mommy's boy.

I kinda liked that about him though.

"Harry, Charlene is in the car waiting for you. She got to our house a few minutes ago. She said you two had made plans for today?"

I looked at Harry blankly.

Harry looked at me confused. Confused with the slightest hint of what I interpreted as disappointment. Sorrow. Pain.

Why does he look like that? Confused and sad...

He turned to look at Anne.

"I..I haven't even texted or called her in at least 3 days. I never agreed on going anywhere, much less saying we should go somewhere."

"Maybe she was confused? Harry, she's you're girlfriend. I can't just tell her to go home. Take her out! It will be fun! You're more of a gentleman than to ditch a girl like that..." Anne told him flatly.

"I know I am mum, but I have to help Lydia wash the dishes. That's being a gentleman too, I can't just leave her to clean up my mess..."

"It's fine Harry, I can clean," I found myself interrupting. I don't know why I did. I hate Charlene. I did it for Harry. I can clean.

When you really love someone, their happiness prioritizes over your own.

But why is it that Harry didn't seem happy to be taking Charlene out today?

"Harry go out to the car with Charlene. Take her to our house or take her out. I'll help Lydia clean up," Anne instructed, but with a kind undertone in her commanding voice.

"Ok..." He finally gave in, sighing, "I'm sorry Lydia."

All the light that normally floated through his eyes, all the shimmer and glow was gone. I don't think I had ever seen Harry so deflated and burnt out in all the time I had known him.

"It's fine. We can hang out again whenever, I'm just a house away," I said warmly with a small giggle, trying to put the lightness of my voice where his expression lacked it.

He smiled at me, warm and bright, but dull and lifeless all at the same time-a conflicting look. He turned away and as he walked down the hall I listened to every step he took, until I heard the door open and shut and he was gone.

"Sorry Lyd. Harry would have definitely stayed to help you clean- God the boy would have cleaned everything for you, not making you do a smidgen of work- but I know you understand. Let me help you start cleaning."

Anne picked up our dishes from the table and we started washing them off together.

I was washing the dishes, seeing the dishes, but all my mind could picture was that defeated look Harry had on his face before he walked away. It was an unforgettable look, burned I the back of my mind.

Why was he so sad?

That expression he wore didn't look like the expression of a boy in love.