Excessive (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 44.

After the reveal of Harry's beautiful art studio and room on Wednesday, the door into his hidden away chamber remained open. During the days he went back to work, I found myself inside the mess of a room and staring at the beautiful scattered art around the chamber of once mystery.

It was amazing to see someone so dark so rowdy and brutal have a secret that was so beautiful and elegant. I have never had anybody in my family that was into art, so seeing Harry with all these paintings makes me feel a sense of peace that nobody around me can take that from me.

Its Friday night now, after finishing up the dishes I made my way up to Harry's room to try to clean the mess that had accumulated in his room over the past month since I couldn't clean it. I walked into the room and sighed looking over the paintings than back at the messy room on the other side.

I started by picking up all the previously worn clothes off the floor and folding them into a hamper, a trait my mother passed on to me. I cringed at the amount of dirty boxers and sweaty t-shirts that had been laying around for god knows how long and tried to fold them as best as I could without gagging. Boys are gross sometimes.

I began pushing in the slightly opened dresser drawers and organizing the small desk before trying to neat shove the papers into one of the drawers. As I was quickly trying to fix the mess that Harry would call a desk, a single piece of paper had stuck out of the bottom drawers.

I bit my lip and grabbed onto the small piece of paper to realize that it wasn't jus a piece of paper, it was a picture. Battling my inner conscious about keeping Harry's personal life to himself, I slowly plucked the paper from its confinements in the drawer.

When the picture was brought to my face I immediately recognized the two people. It was a man and a women. The man being extremely tall and the women only coming up to about his chest. I recognized the scowl and familiar curls from anywhere, this was Harry's father.

The short women stood on the side with a wide, beautiful smile plastered on her face, while Harry's father was frowning on the side. This was the first time I actually saw his mother more clearly and not drawn out to be scared by the men in the house. Were they in love?

I looked at the picture closely, this women looks familiar. I have no idea where I have seen her, but that smile and those eyes look all to familiar. Maybe because her son has the same exact pair, but other than that they seem all to familiar just to match her sons.

"Hey Ara, I'm home!" I heard a voice shout through the house, making me jump in my skin. I scrambled to get the picture back into the bottom drawer before closing it and standing up.

"Okay, I'm in your room!" I hollered back grabbing the last few shirts and boxers from the floor and placing them on the bed to be folded.

His loud footsteps echoed up the stairs and into the hallway before his body stood in the door frame. His tight black jeans and navy t-shirt haven't changed since this morning, but the loss of his boots had been replaced by a clean pair of black socks.

"Oh, thanks for finally washing those. I couldn't take the smell of them" he said picking up a shirt from the dirty clothes and sniffing it.

"Harry! I didn't wash those yet! They are dirty!" I said with a smile followed by laughter. His face scrunched up at the smell of his sweaty shirt before joining me in an echo of laughter.

"Damnit you with this folding dirty clothes, it's really fücking me up" he said with a smile before throwing the shirt into the basket making me scowl.

"Fold that Harry! I can't stand when the clothes are like that" I said making him shake his head and smirk.

"Nope" he said, popping the p.

"Harry I swear if you don't fold that I will-" I began before his hands found their way around my body and lifting me over his shoulder.

A squeal left my lips as I was faced with Harry's muscular back. His laugh roared through the room as he began walking out the door and down the hallway towards the direction of my room. The door opened and in we walked, before he threw me back down onto my bed.

"You piss me off you know?" he said teasingly as his smile only grew wider at my flushed face. I hate being upside down.

"Same here" I replied back, making him laugh.

"Get ready, we're going back to the club" he said with a stern smile before walking out of my room.

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"And that is the story of how I ended up having a threesome with another dude" Niall finished out, making the group on the couch bellow out in laughter.

The club was packed as usual here tonight, even the VIP section was a little tight while walking. The AC had been ripping through the building and resulted in Harry's big, warm lather jacket sitting over my shoulders and baby pink dress.

I was becoming more comfortable with Harry, which terrified me in all ways, but I am just happy we aren't at each other's throats like we were before. It's nice to finally have peace with the boy that kidnapped me and took me right from my home.

I shook my head at my thoughts before turning back to the group. Niall was completely drunk, and since he is an honest drunk, all of is embarrassing stories have just been spilling out of his lips and causing him to be our entertainment for the night.

For the second time, I found my self sitting in between Harry's open thighs and laying back on his muscular chest. It was less awkward for me the second time around, but each time he shifted I felt a piece of me tense a little at his movements.

"Someone order Niall a water" Liam hollered making everyone around us laugh, including me. It felt nice to actually be having a decent time.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked into my ear. his voice a small whisper making my head no and rest back onto his shoulder.

I saw Sophia out of the corner of my eye giving us a look but I decided its in my best interest to ignore it. If I ever looked back at her I know I would never hear the end of it. I watched people around the club hustle and bustle their way around the club, trying to find friends or look for hook-ups.

A man at the front of the VIP section, towards the stairs, had been frantically looking around the top section of the club, before his eyes landed on me. His face formed into worry as his body made a bee-line towards Harry and I immediately tensed in my spot.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked following my eye-sight towards the man approaching.

His plain white t-shirt and light wash jeans threw me off, considering most of the people that are allowed up here are strictly only gang members who are always seen in their leather jacket. Harry looked up at him before snaking his arm around the front of my waist.

"Harlan, I'm sorry to bother you I really am but... there is a problem" he said frantically looking around the now quiet group of us.

"What is it?" Harry asked with a tense body as I felt his grip on my waist loosen.

The man looked around the room in complete worry before looking back at each person sitting on the assortment of couches. What is going on? His hands frantically comber through his almost bald head before sighing and finally releasing the words...

"Luchesi is here"

A/N:

hey so just in case anybody was confused, Luchesi's name is pronounced like, Lu (like Louis) che (like okay) si (like z) I knows it a bit confusing but I thought I would tell you!

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