Love Hurts { Harry Styles FanFiction }

Chapter 12: " You're a mean drunk."

* I tried to make this pretty long so it's probably like 2 or 3 chapters in 1 :D*

Sasha's POV

He tensed up when I said it, his arms immediately holding me even tighter. It was now that I realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He just had a pair of sweatpants on and they were hung a bit low, showing the top band of his boxers. He must have left them here one day because he was wearing jeans last night and they were most likely still soaking right now.

He stroked my hair, untangling some knots with his fingers.

" ... Where is he now?" he mumbled in my ear.

Oh great. I told him the story and now he's mad. It's just going to make things worse if he tries to do something.

My silence made him grow impatient.

" Sasha tell me!" he huffed.

" I don't know..." my voice cracked.

" Bullshit!" he yelled, slamming his fist down on the mattress.

I winced.

" Lower your voice! My Mom's just down the hall and by the way, thanks for just screaming in my ear!" I seethed, pushing myself away from him.

He sighed and attempted to pull me back down to him.

" Look, I'm sorry. It's just that I don't want anyone ever touching you like that... accept me." he smiled cheekily.

I groaned and hid my face under the blankets. He chuckled and got up from the bed.

" C'mon! We're gonna be late." he slapped my butt through the comforter.

Great. School. Woopie.

My face was revealed again, after I removed the sheets from on top of my head. Why do we even have school this week? I mean, we started back up yesterday, which was a Thursday. So why do we have to go when we only have a 2 day week?

" What are you going to wear?" I asked.

When he opened up his mouth to speak, he was cut off by a knock at my door. Our heads turned to face it, like it would just magically tell us who was behind it.

The knob twisted and my Mom's head popped in a moment later. She smiled at both of us. I turned to look at Harry and remembered that he wasn't covered from the waist up. Well, unless you consider his paper air plane necklace that was dangling from his neck. His lack of clothes didn't seem to bother him or my mom though. He just gave her a big smile back. I still blushed though.

" Uh, hey mom." I said to my lap, since I was still blushing.

Someone snapped a few times and I peeked up to look at Harry. He was motioning with his finger for me to look up. I rolled my eyes, but smiled and looked at my mom.

She smirked while looking back and forth between us. " I just wanted to see if you wanted to stay home today. I know you had a pretty rough day yesterday..."

" No! It's fine, I'll go." I answered.

Just because I didn't want to go, didn't mean that I would give everyone the satisfaction of thinking that they got to me.

Harry gave me a strange look, but carried on to the bathroom.

" Ok then... Harry I'll bring you a fresh shirt!" she yelled after him. " And here, I made you guys some hot chocolate." she said placing the tray down on the stand next to my bed.