Serenity [h.s]

Irritation

Summer Lowal.

You've got to be fucking with me right? Does the world hate me to that extent to let him come to dinner?

Styles walks in with a bottle of wine in his hand, and I slam the door and practically march to the kitchen with a scowl on my face. I can hear him following behind me suit, and I'm just so close to slapping him silly.

"Mama, Perché si invita il cazzo a cena? Sai i cant lo sopporto! " (Why did you invite the prick to dinner? You know I can't stand him! )

My mother turns around and scowls me but her gaze turns to him and she smiles brightly.

"Harry," She breathes. "I'm glad you could make it," she walks behind me and gives him a quick hug, taking the wine.

"I'm glad I could come, thank you for inviting me," he rasped, eyes meeting mine. I turn around and watch my mother walk to the stove and take out the stuffed chicken. I walk to her and cross my hands over my chest.

"Why did you invite him?!" I hiss loudly, loud enough for him to hear. My mother sets the pan on the counter and her green eyes meet mine.

"Summer, you need to be polite, he hasn't been anything but sweet to you, and you're acting rude," I snicker.

"Rude? Mom, he's doing this to piss me off and it's working, please. Make him leave,"

She turns to me and shoots me a glare. "I'm not telling him to leave," She hisses. "Now go make conversation,"

"No."

"Yes."

"N-"

"Go right now, or I'll make him spend the night with us," I gasp.

"You wouldn't dare," she sends me another glare and grabs plates.

"Oh I would. Now, go," I huff muttering curse words under my breath and make way to the large dining table. There he sat, typing away on his phone, head down, eyebrows furrowed, lips pouted.

If he wasn't so arrogant, he'd be attractive.

He hears my footsteps and his head shoots up, emerald eyes meeting mine, a warm smile making its way onto his lips.

My fingers twitch at my side's and I take a seat at the opposite side of the table, facing him.

"How are you Summer?" He asks me, the tone of his voice low and raspy. It sent shivers down my spine, but I ignored them.

"Fine." I simply answered, not bothering asking him how he was. He chuckles to himself.

"I'm fine as well, thank you for asking," his eyes hold playfulness, and I oddly have to find an urge to fight a smile. He notices and cocks a brow.

"How's your weekend so far?" Questions, questions. This man honestly doesn't give up. 

"Fabulous, but I'm not so sure now," my eyes trail him up and down, then back to his face, a grin formed onto his lips, deep dimples indeting and eyes sparkling.

"Sorry I'm a bother, but do I love annoying you,"

"Arse," I mutter under my breath. He smirks and start to chew a piece of gum, offering me some. I decline and watch as his mouth moves slowly, each chew sort of seductive and I couldn't help but think he really was attractive, and sexy, but then again he was arrogant and a self centered person.

I pass, thank you.

"Italian fits you," I sit back and nod.

"Thanks," his hands rest on the table suddenly.