Keeping Secrets {Sequel To Mr. Styles}

Chapter 8

Kate's POV

Everything was happening way too fast, but it also felt like a slow motion film, every single detail playing out in front of me.

First, my mom called, she was yelling about how she knew the tutoring sessions were just lies and how her suspicious ended up being correct.

Then the cops pulled up and I was on the verge of tears, I was holding onto Harry with my arms around his neck, my face buried into his chest.

"Get dressed," was all he said to me, taking my arms from around his neck and stepping out of the bed to pull on a pair of boxers. I watched as Harry got dressed and left the room, leaving me to myself as the cops banged on his front door.

I quickly got dressed, the tears finally spilling from my eyes, as I sobbed. Harry and I were caught...my mom knew and Harry could be taken to jail.

All those negative thoughts filled my head, and that gave me the push to run out of the room and to Harry who was being questioned, Lexi's father standing in front of him with his partner.

"Kate, let go," Harry said coldly, tugging my arms off him.

"No." I shook my head.

"Kate, your mom is in the car," Lexi's dad said, "you should go now."

"Fuck off!" I shouted and suddenly felt arms around me, struggling to fight against whoever it was as time sped up.

I was carried out of the house shouting Harry's name who was now handcuffed and getting shoved into the police car.

"Let go of me!" I repeatedly hit the officers back but he set me down next to my moms car and opened the door for me. My mom stared coldly ahead as I was shoved into the passenger seat.

I sat there crying, shaking as the car Harry sat in drove away, and the worst part was everyone seemed to be so calm about this.

Here I was, crying because my boyfriend, the man I love, was being taken away and I couldn't do anything about it.

Mom drive us home in silence, not asking if I was okay or anything else, she stared blankly ahead. That was until we got inside my house, then she started yelling.

My dad was furious, my mom was screaming and I was crying. I just couldn't sit back and not do anything anymore.

"I love Harry! He's made me feel like I actually matter more than you've ever done!"

"You don't love him," my dad spat.

"If you don't think we love you-"

"I know you don't! If you did, you wouldn't take away my happiness and force me back into this awful, hellish, stupid and worthless life I have with the two of you!"

Mom stepped forward with her hand raised, and she slapped me.

"Kate, go to your room."