Tired Of Sh*t A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Four

I sat on the couch trying to forget the encounter with Ian that Harry and I had. I flipped the tv on to lifetime network and found that my favorite show The Client List was on. I watched as Riley played by Jennifer Love-Hewitt the manager of the spa gave a special client a "sploshing". Basically wearing a promiscuous stripper-like outfit while she rubbed pies all over the clients body. I sat there and laughed at the kinky stuff Riley's clients asked for.

"Splosh me." Harry teased. "In your dreams." I scoffed. "Dreams come true." He said lifting himself off the couch and winking in my direction. I had nothing else to say. Harry was such a tease.

I didn't notice the reason why Harry got up was to in unlock the door. Zayn was standing there as Harry was immediately noogied. "Vas Happenin'?" Zayn said while bug-eyed as he said it. "Uh nothing much." Harry said scratching the back of his neck nervously. "She's pretty." Zayn teased making his way over towards me. "We're just friends." I blurted as my cheeks turned crimson. Zayn laughed and turned back towards Harry who's expression was sheer embarassment.

"Hey um Harry can the boys and I count on you to be at rehearsals tomorrow?" Zayn questioned furrowing his eyebrows. "Yeah, I'll be there mate." Harry said. "You better Ol-"Zayn stopped the last name before glancing over at me and correcting himself. "Ol going to do a cover for us." Zayn said. "Sounds fun, ill be there mate." Harry said.

And with that Zayn was out the door. "Are you guys in a group or something?" I questioned. "Something like that." Harry said. Harry's expression changed as if telling me not to press him any further on the subject. I guess it was his "private" business.

I sat back on the couch on the opposite side of Harry. It annoyed me how he wouldn't tell me anything. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared around the room until I found a radio sitting on the counter in the kitchen. I ran over to it and turned it on. Heart skips a beat by Olly Murs came on.

I knew this song by heart singing the lyrics aloud even with Harry in the room. I'm not the best singer but I like to think I'm ok. I belted out the lyrics while spinning around the kitchen.

"Your a Olly Murs fan?" Harry asked smiling. "Yeah he's so dreamy, and his voice is pure sex." I said gushing, forgetting I was talking to Harry. "He's good."Harry said seeming a little jealous. A loud banging knock came on the door that made me jump. I answered it to see my brother Brent standing in the doorway.

"Styles just because your famous doesn't mean you can come kidnap my sister and screw with my head!" Brent screamed. Brent gripped my shoulders and examined my body as if he expected me to be beaten black and blue.

"Brent." I said throwing my arms around my brothers neck as he hugged me tight. "Hey Auttie." Auttie was my nickname for my brother. "Brent calm down." Harry said smirking at Brent as he placed his hand on my hip and pulled my body to his.

"Styles." My brother grunted and gritted his teeth. "What?" Harry said. Letting go of my hip and getting in Brent's face. They were the same height and both packed on the muscle fisique.

I stepped in between them both. "If you hit each other I will make you both pay for it." I said before they walked off from each other. I hugged Brent and reassured him I was fine before he left and returned the hug. I turned around and bumped right into Harry.

I fell, Harry catching me. "Thanks." I said smiling up at him. His expression was blank as he shrugged it off and walked towards his room. Shutting the door behind himself.

I could hear the water trickling as Harry was going to take a shower. I forgot I left my hairbrush in their when I needed a mirror since my mirror was broken for unknown reasons. I walked into his room and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Harry can I get my hairbrush out of here?" I yelled over the rushing water. "Yeah whatever." He said unlocking the door. I grabbed my hairbrush about to leave when I tripped backwards on Harry's shoes and fell backward into the shower.

I heard Harry groan and I got soaked. I elbowed him in the crotch on accident he doubled over in pain as I sat and giggled. "What the fuck Autumn!" He yelled covering himself with the curtain and turning the water off. I laid there looking at Harry's bare chest, mesmerized. "Do you mind." He snapped covering himself with the shower curtain.

Harry grabbed a towel and tied it tightly around his waist and shooed me out of the bathroom. I walked to the living room area and stared out the window into the scenery. It had rained, so I absentmindedly drew in the window.

I looked back to see what I drew on the window it was a heart with H+A in the middle. What the hell was I thinking. Harry and I? That wouldn't happen. He was into the fuck and go type girls. I had only done it once and that was with Ian my old jackass of a boyfriend.

I was crying, I didn't even notice it until the tears rolled down my cheeks to my neck. My mascara running black tears down my face. I pulled my knees to my chest as I sat at the window seat. I was sniffling wiping the tears from my eyes. I felt Harry's breath on my neck. "Autumn?" He whispered lifting my face as he held my chin up towards his eyes.

He sat next to me on the window seat. "What's wrong?" He said holding me to his chest as I rested my head on his shoulder as I looked out the window. "I don't wanna talk about it." "Can we just stay here like this." I croaked. Harry smiled and kissed my forehead and lifted me from the window seat and over to the couch.

I looked up to see Harry's eyes closed and gentle snores escaping his mouth. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep hearing Harry's heartbeat as. I laid my head to his chest his soft lounge trousers against my legs. As we fell asleep tangled in each other.