Tongue Tied [H.S]

007

Harry and I sit across the table from one another. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest, knowing my dad isn't watching. I'm not afraid of harry. I won't give him the satisfaction. He can look at me with that smirk he does and those green eyes all he wants but he isn't going to get to me. I won't let him.

"so, who's going first" he asks with a smug face. "shall we play rock, paper, scissors to determine it?"

"I'm going first" I quickly respond. "this isn't a game Harry"

"oh bummer. I was really ready to beat you at rock, paper, scissors" he smirks to himself

"too bad. I would've won anyways so" I lean forward in my seat, ready to ask my first question when suddenly he cuts me off.

"well, you can't say that if you didn't even try"

"what do you mean?" I question him.

"you can't say you would've won if you didn't even try to"

I roll my eyes and slouch back into my seat, "are you really about to make me play rock, paper, scissors with you?"

"best of 3?" he leans forward and smirks at me

I sigh and lean forward, "fine."

Long story short. He won.

He laughs at my defeat. I notice he has dimples when he really smiles. They're nice, he actually looks happy for once.

"guess I go first" he says to me, sinking back into his chair.

I readjust myself in my seat, preparing myself for whatever bullshit is about to come out of his mouth.

"go on then" I reply

He sits silently, I'm assuming he's thinking of what to ask me. "so... is he your real dad?"

I raise my eyebrows at him in surprise that he even asked me that. "yes, he's my real dad, you ass."

"so, your mum is black?"

"was" I correct him

He looks at me with confusion on his face. "what?"

I pause before continuing. "she passed away when I was 11"

He raises his eyebrows in disbelief. "oh, I'm sorry to hear that. How did she die?"

"nope. That was your question, you don't get a free one. My turn now" I quickly change the subject.

He nods and looks down to his lap. I'm actually surprised he didn't have a smart-ass comment to come back at me with. Probably realises that he fucked up with that question.

"what's your last name?" I ask, straight to the point, trying not to be awkward from his question.

"styles" he looks up at me, making eye contact.

"styles?" I ask. "is that meant to be a joke"

He smirks at me, "why would I be joking about that?"

"you're meaning to tell me that your actual last name is styles?" I laugh under my breath.

"sure am darling, is that an issue?"

"no, not at all" I look down at my notepad and smile to myself.

"how did your mum die?" he suddenly asks me. "that's my next question" he looks at me sincerely, no smug look. No smirk.

"car crash" I lie. Not looking up from my notepad. "do you have any siblings?" I ask, finally looking up at him.

Harry quickly shifts his eyesight from me to anywhere else in the room that he could find. Avoiding eye contact with me. "I have an older sister, step-brother, around the same age as me, my mum and his dad" he replies. "how about you? Any siblings?"