as it is || harry styles au

fourteen

tw // death; mention of rape

i v o r y

Before

     "Mum, we don't need to be supervised."

     "I'm not supervising. I'm hanging out with Dena."
 
     Mom smiled while taking a drink of her margarita, knowing damn well her and Anne were making sure Harry and I didn't spontaneously stop being best friends and start making out with each other, resulting in me being pregnant with twins at age fourteen.

     Or at least that was how they acted sometimes.

     Harry rolled his eyes at his mom, then floated over to me, and without warning, flipped over my  floating raft, sending me underwater.

     See, Mom and Anne? No baby making happening here.

     When I resurfaced, I spit a mouthful of water in his face, and like a sicko, he opened his open mouth to catch some of it.

      "Uncalled for! You're so gross!" I yelled.

     He spit water back at me and I splashed him, triggering a water war. Waves splashed back and forth between the two of us and water jumped out of the pool. Suddenly, he ducked under the water, and I couldn't swim away fast enough. Arms wrapped around my legs and started lifting me up.

     I screamed. "Harry! No, don't you dare! I swear to God, Harry!"

     He sat me on his shoulder. His hand moved to my ass cheek, and I was too afraid for my life to be embarrassed. I scrambled to find any solid surface to grab onto to prevent myself from being launched. The only one I could find was his hair, so I held on tight.

     Among my screams, I could hear Anne and Mom warning us to be careful.

     Their warnings came too late as I fell backwards off his shoulder. Harry fumbled to regain his grip on me, but evidently, my yanking of his hair was my downfall, not my savior.

     I felt the back of my head skim what must've been the edge of the pool right before I went underwater. My head stung from the contact, but I was okay.

     Still, I wanted to make him suffer the consequences of his actions, so I stayed sat at the bottom of the pool.

I wasn't there for long before I was yanked back up.

"Ives! Ivory, are you okay? Are you okay? I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fingers parted the hair that covered my face before his hand held my cheek, moving my face to check for injuries.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" I tried to wrestle myself out of his suffocating grip on me, but he refused to let me go. His arm was banded around my waist so the entire front of my body was pressed up against him.

So awkward.

"Ivy, are you okay?" Mom and Anne were right there at the poolside beside us thanks to Harry's panicking.