Fix a heart (h.s.) ✔

Tension

Harry's P.O.V.

"Mr. Styles, your mother is calling you downstairs for dinner.", Camilla entered, just after Luna had finished texting her brother that he had to cook dinner tonight.
I had yet to ask her about her parents, not thinking of the topic being important enough yet.
"It's Harry!", I grumbled at my maid in annoyance. I stretched my hand out for Luna to take, feeling warm when she took it, smiling fondly at me. Pulling her up, I put my arms around her waist, pressing her body against mine.
"No matter what anyone says down there, remember that you are smart, beautiful and amazing. Promise me that, okay Luna?", I whispered into her hair, concern clear in my voice. I knew exactly what my father could do to her with simple words and I didn't want her to get hurt. She nodded slightly, her arms around my neck.
"Let's get going then.", I sighed, lacing our fingers again and walking out on the hall. Only just after I pulled away I saw the slight blush creeping on her cheeks.

"What is she still doing here, Harry?", my lovely father asked, shutting the door to his office, voice dripping with venom.
"Luna is staying for dinner. Mother invited her to join us.", I bit back, standing my ground. He rolled his eyes, brushing my shoulder while walking past us.
I just sighed heavily, stroking over Luna's soft knuckles with my rough thumb, kissing her cheek before pulling her along with me, down to the dining room where Gemma was already sat.
"The chipmunk isn't coming, is it?", I asked my sister in a hushed tone. She just shook her head and I sighed in relief.
"You call Claire the chipmunk?", Luna questioned, barely containing her giggles. I nodded and pulled a chair out for her, sitting down next to her, placing my hand over hers in her lap to reassure her.
"This is Luna by the way. Luna this is my sister Gemma.", I introduced the two of them.
"It's nice to meet you.", the two girls shook hands over the table.

"I hope everyone's hungry because dinner's ready!", my mother's sweet voice rang through the room.
"I sure am!", I answered, with Gemma and Luna nodding in agreement.

"Well then, dig in.", my mum served each of us a plate of delicious looking chicken with rise and some vegetables, not even caring if my father still wasn't there.
"Would you like something to drink?", I asked Luna. She nodded and I quickly got up.
"Coke, mineral water,..anything else? We have everything really."
"A coke is fine, thank you.", I poured some of the dark liquid into her glass, pouring myself a glass as well, taking my seat next to her again.
"So Luna, sweetie tell us a bit about yourself.", my mum asked, being her curious, caring self.
"Well my name's Luna Monroe, I'm 20 and I'm working at the local library."
"Monroe? Are Erica and Christopher your parents? How are they? Haven't seen them in ages!", my mother exclaimed, obviously hitting a nerve.

Luna's P.O.V.

"Monroe? Are Erica and Christopher your parents? How are they? Haven't seen them in ages!", Harry's mother exclaimed, looking at me, smiling slightly.
My breath hitched in my throat, I felt my palms getting sweaty and my heartbeat quicken.
"Uhm..they..well.."
"Anne, what's for dinner?", Harry's father thankfully interrupted, taking a seat without even looking at his wife.
"Open your eyes and you'll see.", I heard the curly haired lad beside me mutter.
"Excuse me, what did you say son?", his dad asked, eyes narrowed.
"I said that you would see if you'd open your eyes, father.", Harry replied, a bit louder than necessary.
"Stop already! We have a guest! Just enjoy dinner and then you can go back to your office and you can go to your room or wherever you want to go with Luna.", Anne interrupted their bickering, clearly scolding her son and husband.

"I'm sorry, mum.", Harry said, sounding truly sorry, looking into her eyes, pouting a bit.
Anne just laughed slightly and waved him off, saying it was alright. The annoyed male sitting at the far end of the table however, didn't seem to even think of excusing himself. Instead he looked angry, furious even. As I watched him a bit longer, I could see his knuckles turning white from gripping the edge of the table, his brown eyes growing darker and his breathing getting heavier by the second.
Everyone at the table jumped when he suddenly shoved his plate off the table, letting it smash on the floor, breaking into a thousand pieces of white china, before storming out of the house.

A few seconds later you could hear the tires of a car screeching against the tarmac of the street.

The only thing that was able to be heard, was Harry's heavy breathing and the clattering of Anne's fork against her plate. Gemma sat completely silent in front of me and I didn't dare make a sound or move.
There was a thick tension in the air, embarrassment clear in the faces of the shocked and disappointed family as their maid rushed to clean up the mess that had been made.
"Luna, honey please excuse my husband. He's got a very bad temper and doesn't know how to control his anger. I really wish you wouldn't have had to see this, sweetheart", Anne said, smiling slightly, reaching over to squeeze my hand reassuringly.

I just nodded and told her it wasn't her fault. Anne seemed relived after that, taking a sip of the water on her left. Gemma started eating again and I took a deep breath, trying to calm down from the mini heart attack I had just experienced.

The only male in the room however, didn't seem to take it that easy, quickly excusing himself from the table and walking out into the huge, still snow covered backyard, grabbing a light brown coat on the way outside. Gemma huffed.
"Why does this always happen when someone's around?", she muttered, stabbing her chicken with her fork.
"May I be excused? I'd like to look after Harry if that's alright with you?", I asked carefully.
"Yes, yes of course sweetie!", Anne nodded in assurance. I quickly grabbed my own coat, following the way Harry just went.
As I opened the door, stepping out into the snow covered back yard, scanning the huge area.
My eyes fell onto a white patio with a couch and chairs in the middle of the back garden.
Sitting there was none other than Harry, eyes trained onto the little fountain in front of him.
As I got closer, I made out something between his fingers, smoke errupting from it.

A cigarrette.

"I didn't take you for a smoker.", I said, my voice quiet and weak.
"Yeah, I only do it when I'm stressed. It's a bad and expensive habit...don't pick it up yeah?", I just nodded slightly, sitting next to him on the soft, cold cushion.

Thick tension could be felt, even between the two of us.

During the kisses we shared, none of us thought about anything. Now if you put your attention on the topic, he was getting married and me?
Well I wasn't really worthy of someone like him.

And after a few minutes he spoke my thoughts,

"We need to talk."

A/N: So I'm still in shock about Zayn...it hasn't really sunk in yet...I don't really know hat else to say, except for, I hope everyone is doing okay and that we need to stick together now more than ever! Enjoy the chapter!

All the love, Mel x.