The Sexton House - Harry Styles * COMPLETED*

23.

NOTE: The chapter has NOT been gone over with an editor, so if there are mistakes please point them out in a kind way.

Her hands fumble with my belt, as her eyes stay locked on mine. She starts to unbutton my jeans, before I stop her.

"I don't think this is a good idea, I want to, but I don't think now is a good time." I tell her, as I button my pants back up.

"Oh, gosh. I don't even know what I was thinking, I'm so sorry, Harry." She backs up and straightens out her dress. The look on her face is pure shame, I can see the regret written on her features, as her cheeks turn red and she can't make eye contact.

"Don't feel ashamed, Jane."

"I-I don't know what I was thinking, I'm not even that type of girl." She admits, as she runs her hands through her hair.

"It's fine, really." I reassure her. "We should probably get back out there." I comment. She nods, walking out of the bathroom." We head back for the cemetery, where it looks like the funereal is about to start. After leading Jane out of the house and through the gate I hang in the back since I'm not really supposed to be here for the actually funereal.

"Harry, there you are." I turn my head to the sound of the voice only to see Charlie walking my way.

"I've been looking everywhere for you, where have you been." I know I can't tell him the truth, because he would be upset if he knew I was in my house making out with a girl I hardly know.

"I had to run to the bathroom." I lie, praying he doesn't question me.

"Oh, well you should have told me I've been looking everywhere for you." He says motioning around the area.

"I'm sorry, I'll remember that next time." After talking with Charlie for a bit he sends me off to the back of the cemetery to clean up the brush that had fallen over the past few days. When I arrive I start bending over and throwing the limbs in the wheel barrel, that he had ordered me to bring with me. It's not till I'm at the back of the graveyard that I notice the tombstone of Daniel Sexton, the old stone is covered in branches making it very hard to even see that it's there. I clean off the stone and bend down beside it, wiping away the wet grass blades that seem to stick onto the old cement.

"Who are you?" I whisper to the stone, fully aware that it cannot hear or speak. I just wish I knew who he was, what his life was like. How he was related to the Sextons. I need to read those books Jane gave me, maybe there will be something about him, anything will honestly help the wondering voices in my head.

Speaking of Jane, what was she thinking? It was so out of character for her to do something like that, or maybe I'm wrong, maybe I just don't know the real Jane. I still like the girl, but I feel like I was being used. I don't need another Madison in my life.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I hear a almost angered voice call out from behind me. I turn to see where it's coming from only to see a young man that looks around my age walking towards me.

"I was cleaning the stone." I reply back, standing up from my sitting position on the ground.

"Why? Nobody is ever at the back of this cemetery." He spits, motioning around the almost empty area.

" It's my job." The man runs his hand through his overly gelled hair, before saying, "well, maybe you should go clear off someone else's."I take a step towards him.

"Why are you getting upset? This is my job, I'm getting paid to do this." I try to explain.

"I'm sorry, it's just nobody is ever back here and I didn't expect to see anyone." I listen to what this man has to say, slowly realizing that he looks familiar. I have seen him before.

"Do I know you?" I randomly ask. " I feel like I have seen you somewhere." My brows raise, waiting patiently for his answer.

"We met awhile back, I came to your house." I think back to when I first bought the house. I remember a man showing up on my doorstep saying an old friend used to live here.

"Oh, yeah I think I remember you." I tell him " what's your name again?" I ask, no longer wanting to punch the guy like I was a few minutes ago.

"Max Williams. You're Harry Styles, correct?" I nod my head, wondering how he remembers that was a few weeks ago. We talk for a few minutes before he leaves disappearing behind the stones. I head back for the front of the cemetery after loading up the wheel barrel full of sticks.

"Done already?" Charlie ask, once I am back at the shed.

"Would have got done sooner, but I ran into someone at the back of the graveyard." Charlie snaps his head in my direction saying, "Who did you run into?" I start to toss the sticks in a pile as directed by the old man himself.

"His name is Max Williams." Charlie drops what small tool he had in his hand, freezing to the spot he is currently standing in.

"Max Williams?" His voice is shaky, as the name leaves his mouth.

Again I am very sorry if there are mistakes! I haven't posted a chapter without an editor going over it since my first story on Wattpad.

I'm sorry for the wait I swear on my life that will NEVER happen again.

WHOEVER LEAVES ME THE SWEETEST COMMENTS GETS A DEDCATION!

Chapter dedicated to: @NosaRosa For best comment!