mr. styles || h.s ✔

twenty six

Cora Bailey
Turns out, his mom and sister aren't that fond of me. They couldn't see past our age but just won't us date because Harry looked like he wasn't high, whatever that means.

I stayed the night, showering with him. I didn't understand why everything was to do with our age, we see past that so why can't others?

Falling into his bed with a sigh, he lays behind me, holding me close to him. He rubs my hip, kissing my neck. "God that was stressful," I whine.

"They don't hate you," he rasps.

"Fucking sounds like it though," I huff. "They couldn't see past our age,"

"No one can, and let's be honest they never will," he shakes his head.

"At least your parents know," I whisper under my breath.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he leans on his elbow, putting his knee between mine, kissing my neck still.

"I don't know," I whisper. "You're parents know, same with Mitchell yet I can't tell anyone," I huff, holding his hand that was on my hip, he speeds up by kissing my neck faster.

"That's because Mitchell walked in on us and my mom won't tell anyone," he says on my neck making me close my eyes.

I freeze, he nibbles on my neck. "Why? Just because I'm young, if my mom found out, she tell the school and get us both in trouble?" I say which makes him stop kissing my neck.

"Well, yeah," he says. I roll my eyes.

"So I'm not allowed to tell anyone because I'm younger than you?" I sit up and look over my shoulder at him.

"If you want this to keep going then yes, I'm sorry that that's how it works," he says softly. I look into his eyes, shaking my head.

"That's not fair," I shake my head. "Why should you be able to tell people but I can't?"

"I've already told you why Cora," he says.

"Yeah and the reason is stupid,"

"I don't make the rules, we both agreed to this—"

"Yet you told Mitchell even though I asked you to change his mind and your mom and sister know, I can't even tell my best friend," I explain.

"You'll just make it worse for yourself," he whispers. "Do you really think that if you tell Niall you're dating a teacher, do you think he'll go: "oh really? wow I'm so happy for you?"," he says arching a brow, not meaning it rudely but in the situation he said it made me stare at him.

I scoff, rolling my eyes and standing up. "It's not fair that you get to tell people and I can't just because I'm younger than you, don't you see how unfair that is?"

"Of course I do, but whoever you tell is going to freak out and tell someone else and that's how it spreads, I'm not saying that to be a bad person," he says softly.

I don't say anything but walking into the bathroom, locking myself in there. I sit on the closed toilet seat and hug my knees, hunching over. I knew this was a bad idea, I wanna tell Niall at least but I can't even because Harry's right.

It's just gonna put me in a bad spot. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to tell Niall and he was somewhat supportive but Harry and I both know that's not how it happens.

I just wish I could tell someone other than myself. I know what Harry's saying, it would be the rumour of the year but I so wish I could. I definitely over reacted by getting upset by his words but he's one hundred percent right.

"I'm an idiot," I whisper to myself, shaking my head. I've just caused something that didn't need to be made whatsoever. I got upset over myself and I didn't need too.

I stand up and walk over to the counter, brushing my hair with the brush Harry got me and split it in half. I start to braid my hair on both sides, tying them with rubber bands. I then brush my teeth, to make it seem like I'm not actually mad at Harry and had to leave him in there.

Me: staying here, be home
tomorrow

Niall: k

He's so dry with my now, it shatters my heart that Niall was writing down the names of the girls he's had sex with but I probably made a big deal of it and assumed. I'm just that type of person I think.

After brushing, I put my toothbrush back and open the door to see the room empty. I sigh and as I get in there, laying down, Harry comes back in. He gets in bed behind me and I feel relieved that he's not mad when he spoons me from behind.

"You can tell Niall," he whispers, my eyes widening. "If  you want to tell someone, you can, you're right, it's not fair people know about us that know me and you can have anyone knowing," he gives in, whispering.

"I over reacted though," I speak quietly. "You're so right, Niall can't know,"

"You can tell him, he can hate me for it all," he says, rubbing my side. I shake my head, not wanting that to happen. "You can," he whispers. "I'm telling you, you can tell Niall everything,"

"No I can't," I close my eyes. "I want to but I can't,"

"Why?"

"Because he'll hate me, he's sending me two letter responses right now because I asked him about the book situation, so what's gonna happen if I tell him now?"

"I'm not saying you have to, I'm giving you the opportunity because I know I feel bad that you can't tell anyone, you should be able too,"

"I over reacted, I'm not telling anyone, I agreed to it," I roll over to face him. "I'm sorry for over reacting,"

"It's okay, I made it unfair," he holds my hip still.

"And I made it a big problem for what?" I say.

"I don't know, you felt the need to speak up and I'm glad you did because it made me realise that what I said was unfair,"

I cup his jaw. He smiles softly and I press my lips to his. He kisses me back, holding my hip a hip tighter. I pull away and shuffle closer to him, putting my head in between his collarbones as he wraps his arms around me, kissing my head.