Why do I hate Harry Styles?

26: Drake Weasely?

Bella's pov

Everything was set, a fancy charcuterie board with a beautiful filet mignon over mushroom risotto was beautifully arranged on the dinner table.

Harry and Charles bought the cake as well. Harry introduced me to Charles, he seems a pretty good sort of chap .Talking about Charles , I've noticed he was somewhat flirtatious around Gemma or maybe that was his posh British style but that's what it appeared to me.

Hero was running around the house with the cookies I made for him, offering them to everyone in the house.

I was pretty flustered when Anne appreciated my baking skills. It wouldn't be a lie if I say I was on cloud seventh.

Harry however was behaving weirdly the whole time, he ate my cookie but on contrast to my expectation didn't say a word about them , he didn't even tease me or anything. I could tell he was worried because of my stupid zoning out earlier. He sat as if he was in some deep thought.

Gemma, Susan and Charles couldn't stop chatting while Anne was busy admiring my cookies with Hero. Well all of us were actually waiting for 'Drake' and Harry's father.

I had finally settled down for the fact that Gemma's boyfriend is 'hopefully' not Drake Weasley. So there was nothing to worry about right?

"Harry she really defeated you in this." Anne spoke to Harry making him turn his head towards me.

"Harry used to bake?"
I asked.

"He didn't tell you?" Gemma asked.

"What?" I asked looking at Harry.

"Umm my mother, Harry's grandmother owned a bakery, so sometimes Harry and Gemma would help her bake. "

"Oh that's sweet." I said

Anne nodded.

"So.." I was gonna ask something when the bell rang , making my chest feel a bit heavy, I wished it wasn't him.

Gemma went to answer the door.
"Hello everybody. "
His voice caused me to stick my head towards his direction.

It was not him . He was a middle aged man , who gave strong resemblance to Harry, definitely his dad. I concluded .

"Hey Damon." Charles greeted him.

"Hello Charles. " he replied

Apart from Charles, no one in the room greeted him, Hero kept on playing, Anne got busy on her phone and Harry didn't even try to cover up, he kept staring at the wall behind.

Susan and I sat there confused! Didn't have any idea what to do.

"Dad this is Susan and this is Bella. Harry's friends and now mine to." Gemma finally spoke.

"Hello young ladies nice to see some new faces here." He said.

"The pleasure is all ours Mr Stlyes." I politely said.

"Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?" He asked me while seating on the couch.

"No absolutely not. I'm from the UK." I answered.

"Really, where in the UK?"

"London. " I replied.

"We're from Cheshire." He told.

"Yeah I know." I said with slight uncertainty as talking to him I wasn't feeling very comfortable, there was something in him that was deflected me from him.

"Oh yeah Harry must have told you."
I just nodded.

"Living here these days?" He further asked, I was starting to feel awkward considering that only we were the once talking here and the more I was trying to keep the conversation minimal he kept on asking more questions. When I looked around Gemma and Susan were gone, Anne and Charles were busy on their phones and Hero was no where seen. Harry was in the same state.