Why do I hate Harry Styles?

32: I don't know you Bella.

Bella's pov

Still in awe by what just happened, I failed to understand the gravity of the situation and remained seated , staring at Harry.

"Bella!" Susan came from the other room .

Her voice brought me out of my enchanted arena.

"Hun?"

"Your parents. They are here."

"Hun?....yeah yeah yeah I heard them."

She kept staring at me then I realized what trouble we've all landed into.

"Oh my God Susan. What should we do now?"

"They have to leave!"

"No they can't their car is parked right in front of the house."

"They will be here any moment, Charles and Harry can't go from the main door."

Out of tension I held my forehead, trying to focus to generate any idea that could help us get out of this situation.

"We can say we are Susan's cousins and came to fetch her. " Charles spoke.

"Yeah."

"No....Charles can be but they can't see Harry, he is wasted. I can't bring him infront of my parents. You know them Susan."

"Hmm yeah." She agreed.
"I'm not.....wAsted." slurred Harry with closed eyes, making all of us roll our eyes.

"Then what should we do?" Charles asked.

"I don't know!" I sighed, I was emotionally drained and was no longer able to form any suitable solution.

"Wait...why not let Charles be here as my cousin. Till then we'll hide Harry somewhere. By the time Charles reaches near his car Harry will go join him?" Susan suggested

"Yeah...but where will we keep Harry?"

"Don't be dumb Mi. Your room has a balcony, on first floor."

"Oh." I realised

"Okay then you two stay here. I'll take Harry to my room. Till then make up something and don't let them come to my room." I said

"Okay done. "

"Com'on get up." I told Harry

"I will get up and show you I am not wasted." He slurred again .

"Okay show me. "

He got up with quite confidence that seemed to fade away as he stumbled to stand straight right when his feet touched the ground.
I held his hand to give him support.

"Very good Harry....you're totally not wasted. Now without any further ado come with me."

"You don't believe me?" He said in his sloppy voice.

I put his arm over my shoulder to keep his posture up straight then entwined his other hand with mine.

"Are you still mad at me because I didn't believe you?" He asked again, on way towards my room.

"No." I said, though I still tried to figure out did I actually mean it?

"Okay you may sit here and don't move I will be right back okay?"
I said as I made him sit on the bed.

"Don't leave me."

"I am not leaving you...I said I'll be right back. You just stay here. Don't move. Okay?"

"Okay." He said tiredly but kept staring at the ground with a pout face.

"Promise me. "
"Promise. "
I dismissed with a soft small on my face.