Revulsion (harry au)

Chapter Eleven

((read a/n at the end pleassseee)

After telling Harry about the recent events, he was fuming. No I literally mean fuming, he got so mad, he squeezed his coffee cup hard enough for the top to pop off and his hot drink spilled all over his crotch. I stifled back a laugh at his actions, it looked like he pissed himself. I'm such a child.

"You think this is funny?!" he shouted as he held his arms up with his eyes widened.

"Yeah it's actually pretty funny," I broke out into a loud fit of giggles.

"What I think is funny is how stupid you were to tell someone about what's going on between us."

I couldn't stop laughing because of the look on Harry's face and his pants were priceless. I wasn't hurt by Harry's words because they were true, but he only said that because he always takes his anger out on people. I don't know why he does that though.

"I don't have the goddamn patience anymore to drive to your house with my dick slowly melting. You're going to have to come to my house and sit in the living room or something." he said as he sped up a little.

"Yeah that's fine, my parents aren't home anyways."

"Wait, then what would you do if I dropped you off at your house?"

"Probably sit outside until they got back." I shrugged my shoulders.

He shook his head and chuckled lightly. I loved seeing him in this state, peaceful, focused, and quiet. After knowing Harry for this short period of time, I've picked up a lot of his personality traits, and I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.

"We're here," he grumbled and carefully stepped out of his car.

I laughed at how stupid he looked waddling up his driveway trying to avoid getting coffee everywhere.

"Shut up El," he snapped.

I immediately shut my mouth and pursed my lips, quietly giggling to myself like a little schoolgirl.

"Fair warning, my mom's home and she hasn't stopped nagging me about what happened at your house." he said and pushed the door open, signaling for me to follow him in.

I followed him inside and shut the door behind me. His house the complete opposite of how I expected it to be, family portraits arrayed on all walls, polished furniture, and the floors were so shiny I could see my reflection in them.

My body crashed into another as I was gawking at Harry's floors, and I looked up to see Mrs. Styles frowning down at me. I gave her an awkward wave and smiled helplessly.

"Hey there," I attempted at making conversation and cringed at my choice of words.

"Hello Elliot, how are you?" she asked as if she ignored my previous actions.

"I'm doing alright, and yourself?" I definitely didn't have the most elegant personality.

"I was just heading out, could you please let Harry know?"

"Uh, I guess-I mean yes, yes I will let Harry know that you are leaving." I smiled proudly and turned to walk up the stairs, wanting to be out of this painfully awkward situation.

"If you two decide on having sexual intercourse, please use protection and clean up when you're done." She said nonchalantly.

I honestly thought this conversation couldn't get any worst, but of course, I was so wrong.

"I-we're not-we won't-we didn't-" I stuttered, completely caught off guard by her comment.

"No need to be nervous Elliot, sex is a beautiful thing." she smiled at me, resembling one of those creepy dolls that I couldn't stand.