Lose (Harry Styles)

0.5

I woke by a figure storming in through the front door. My eye lids opened in a flash and I sat up on the couch. I hoped that I was in my home after I swam at the beach and Ma had just come home from a bad day at work.

No, it wasn't. I was still in Desmond's mansion.

A guy had entered the living room in a frustrated mood. He waved the a crumbled sheet of paper in his hand.

"Six hundred dollars " he said to Bonnie who was cooking dinner. His British accent exactly like Desmond's.

She turned to face him, a sympathetic smile was plastered on her lips.

"I'm sorry Harry" says Bonnie.

The guy standing in the living room was Desmond's son. His emerald green eyes, a little lighter than Desmond's seemed so captivating and his mop of curls sat perfectly on his head.

Then I noticed the rest. Tattoos, sprawled across his neck and ran down his arms. Piercings, one of his left eyebrow, another one his lip and right ear. He looked intimidating, enough to send me running for the hills.

"Can't leave me alone can they?" He says and slumps in his chair "it's bad enough that my father is dealing with Alex and those pathetic dolls."

My eyes instantly fell down upon the ground, tears filling them up again.

"Uh Harry" says Bonnie and grabs his shoulders to turn him around. She almost had to stand on her toes since Harry was rather tall. His orbs found mine and he furrowed his brows.

"Harry this is Darcella" Bonnie introduces me "one of the dolls."

A guilty look washed over his face as he realised what he just said, he seemed to shrug it off and not bother to greet me.

"What is she doing here?" Asked Harry as he looked over at Bonnie.

"She's our maid for two months" Bonnie replies.

Harry mouth dropped opened "two months!" He hissed quietly "she won't last here for that long."

"I know Harry" says Bonnie quietly "I'll try my best to make sure she doesn't get into trouble with your father and get involved with the business."

Harry walked out of the room to find his father, who I assumed was sitting in his office.

"What do you mean I won't last long?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well darling" says Bonnie "Desmond, in some circumstances, has a very bad temper and has a way of relieving it by shouting at us."

I nod, trying to understand.

"Don't take it to the heart, even though it hurts" Bonnie continues "I'm afraid he will shout at you because you aren't family"

"But neither are you"

"Yes, but I have been here since Harry was three years old, I was like the mother he never had"

"He never had a mother?"

Bonnie gasps and her finger pressed on her lips "I have said too much" she says "I'll make us a drink."

Bonnie scurries to the kitchen and turns the jug on to boil the water, the sound preventing me to speak. I took a short journey to the library since nothing else in the living room was there to satisfy my interest. I slipped my heels back on and entered.

I flicked the switch and the yellow bulbs flashed alive, casting a glow on the room. My eyes skimmed over the millions of books on countless numbers of shelves until I accepted one to read.

I sat on the couch in front of the the empty fireplace. This room had a more secure feeling than my room that I was permitted to stay in. I opened the book and began to read. I rarley read books, only if they were about the water and creatures beneath it.

"Darcella" demanded a deep voice from behind. I snapped the book shut and turned around to see Harry standing in the doorway.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked.

"Reading" I say "you would normally do that in a library"

"I'm not a dumbass" snapped Harry as he walked through the isle and grabbed my wrist, pulling me off the couch. Even with the rough gesture his hand was still warm and soft.

"Desmond will kill you if he found you in here."

I furrowed my eyes in confusion. Why would Harry call his father by his first name. In my house that was called being disrespectful. Harry flicked the switch off as we both walked out of the room. He shut the door and my shoulders slumped down.

There goes my only sense of comfort.

"I need a drink" he says and walks up the stairs "coffee with two sugars please."

Harry walks up the stairs and into his room which was located on the third floor. I sigh and walk into the kitchen to see Bonnie pouring tea in her cup.

"Harry wants coffee" I say "I assume you have a coffee machine?"

Bonnie nods and prepares Harry's coffee.

"Two sugars" I inform her.

"So where did you go a few minutes ago?"

"The library"

"Bad idea, child. Desmond rarely lets anyone in there."

My house rules were never this strict. I could explore the house all I wanted, not that there was anything to explore since my house only has one floor and my mother and I shared the same room.

Bonnie handed me the coffee and I carefully made my way up the stairs to give it to Harry. I knocked lightly on his door and opened it revealing Harry sitting in his bed, scrolling through his phone and scribbling a page full of notes on a sheet of paper.

His room was plain. All white, no colour except for the bed sheets and pillow cases on his bed, the beside tables and the pictures on the wall. The room would look much better with a change of colour on the carpet and the wall behind his bed.

"Took you long enough" he says as I hand him the cup of coffee.

Harry's first impression on me wasn't that pleasant. He was uptight and plain out rude.

"Sorry" I say to him.

I walk out the door and shut it, only to hear something thud loudly and Harry cry out in pain. I walked back into the room to see what it was. The shelf next to his bed had fallen on him.

I rushed over to him and used all my strength to lift the bookshelf upright, Harry helping me from underneath. I grab his arm and pull him up so he is standing. A bruise had formed near the start of his spine, skin peeled off a bit.

I look over at him. His hair flung in all different directions on his face. I pursed my lips together and looked away, trying not to let a laugh escape my mouth. Nothing was supposed to be funny here, nothing.

He fixed his hair and I looked back at him. He touched the bruise and hissed, cursing under his breath. His eyes landed on a piece of paper on the floor. He bent down and picked it up, his eyes skimming over the thick, black writing.

The strong smell of permanent marker invaded my senses, almost causing me to gag. Harry's jaw clenched and he scrunched the paper in his hand as he walked out the door.