Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter Seven

Jaycee’s Point of View:

It was already morning of the next day and I still haven’t even brought up the idea of going somewhere with Harry. We all sat at the dining table in silence again and I sipped at my orange juice, feeling my mother’s green eyes pierced at me. Regretfully, I looked her way and her eyes bulged, looking over at my father. ‘Ask him’, she worded to me. ‘Wait’. Was all I replied with. Every nerve in me was on edge; I didn’t know how he’d respond to such a thing. Frankly, I know what he’d ask; is this a date or not?

It wasn’t a ‘date’, per se, because Harry didn’t make it seem like one. All he called it was ‘hanging out’, and maybe that was code for date or something, I wasn’t sure. I think if I called it a hangout, my dad would see it as just hanging out with a friend and that’s all it really was.

The silence lingered in the room for a little while longer and I looked at the big ancient clock dangling on one of our walls, listening to the chimes of the big hand moving. I could feel an awkward presence in the room, and apparently, so did my mother which resulted in her clearing her throat. “Honey,” she spoke, referring to my father. “Jaycee wants to ask you something. Ask your father, Jaycee.” The way she spoke was both bold and cheeky. My eyes widened, looking over at her almost completely shocked she just said that. I knew it was coming though, so with a sigh, I ran my fingers through my hair. “What is it, sweetie?” he asked me, in between bites of his breakfast.

“Well, I was wondering if I could go out today, with…Harry.” My pace was slow; careful. I didn’t want to say it in a way that I knew would upset him. His mature brown eyes looked away from his food and over at me as the chewing stopped. He placed his fork down on the plate and folded his hands.

“He asked you to go out with him? Like on a date?” he inquired, the way he spoke so defiantly confused me a little bit. I didn’t know if he was angry or if that was just his natural tone and I shied away almost immediately. “N-no, not a date.” Stating, my hands fiddled on the table.

“Oh, then what is it?”

“He asked me to go to a park with him… and Annie.” Quickly, I lied. It was far too difficult for me to tell him the truth, only because he was such a stern man. Many feared my father; he was a scary guy. “Annie? Why Annie?” He piled up more questions on me, which in reality; didn’t make me feel any better. That’s when I felt my mother looking over at me, “Yeah, why Annie?” shock was in her voice, and I was confused in if she believed me or not.

“Oh, funny story,” Nervously,  my lie begun. “Yesterday, Annie came over about the same time Harry was working in the back. Apparently they know each other or something. They both invited me to hang out with them later on today.” I tried to sound as convincing as possible, but I didn’t think they were going to buy all of that. Oh well, it was the best I could do. With a smile plastered on my face, my hands folded on the table and I waited for him to say something.

“So, it’ll just be you, Annie and Harry?” he quizzed and I simply nodded. “And you’ll be going to the park then?”

“Yes, the park, that’s what they’ve said. Oh and dad – Harry will be coming to pick me up first, and then we’ll be getting Annie. Can I go?”

His hands folded on top of each other and he looked over at my mother, wearing a puzzling look. It was strange; sometimes they looked at each other almost as if they were discussing something. It was like they had their own secret language in which, I never understood. For a couple of uneasy seconds, I waited for an answer. “Okay,” he told me, chewing the remains of his food. “Just have your phone on so I can check up on you.”