The Bad Boys Girl (H.S) Rewritting

Chapter 12

Harry and I sat on my bed, he continues to look around my room. It was way different than what his room was like.

"How did your parents feel about you throwing a party? I ask because the last time his father was furious 

"He won't." He sighs. "he is a dick and my stepmom? Yikes."

I caught that. "Why don't you stay with your real mother?" I look up at him, and his face fell.

"Her and my sister stay in London, they suggest I stay with my dad because I need 'disciplined'.. which is a fucking joke because I'm doing -fine."

"You must miss them," I touch his back with hesitation.

'Very much, but I don't have London money, at least not right now. It gives anything to go back home."

"Hopefully I'll get to see them this holiday, I didn't get to last holiday because my dad is engaged with a money-loving whore, and I had to spend it in town." He clenches his jaw.

"What's your sister's name?" I kept asking questions, but I was trying to figure him out.

"Gemma." He replies, his sister's name is very beautiful, like a Gem.

"I never heard that name before, it's beautiful." I thought aloud.

"She's the best big sister I could ever ask for," he replies and his eyes move to the room floor. "I speak to her more often than my mom."

"Sarah?" I hear my mom call, and I tell Harry I will be back in a bit.

"Yes, mom." I make my way toward the kitchen.

She looked at me with her blue eyes, giving me a soft smile. "Are you still fixing dinner?" I look at the time on the stove, and I noticed that it was almost close to dad getting home.  My mom was in the kitchen watching dishes she turns and face me.

"Yes, I'll have to let Harry know I'm about to start cooking."

I hope that dad wasn't mad at me anymore and would allow Harry to stay. I had a strong feeling in my stomach that he wouldn't. He was way more strict than my mom.

I quickly make my way to the kitchen and back to my room where Harry was sitting. He was running his fingers through his hair, pushing his hair off of his forehead.

He looked breathtaking right now, it was the way the light shone in, and his gray v-neck perfectly fit him. The way his jeans hugged him too.

He licks his lips, and I shake my head because I was just staring at how handsome he was, apart from the scruff.

"Sorry for the wait," I finally speak, breaking the short awkward silence that was sat between us.  "I'm sorry that there isn't much to do too." I look around my boring room wishing that there was a video game system he could play. "Also I'm about to start cooking."

"It's fine," he says, shifting his weight. Once I sit back down on the bed next to him. "It's fine, if I get bored I could use my phone." He snickers.

"Has anyone told you you have a very kind smile," I blurt, cheeks flushing.

A smile immediately hit his face, his smile radiant, and shakes his head, "kind? No.  Mischievous? Absolutely."

When I looked into them I felt like I could hear his soul. I don't see his school label, but someone who needed someone to understand him.

His green eyes wouldn't leave mine, amusement played in his eyes.

"You have a beautiful smile." His voice was low, "has anyone told you that?"

Something shivered down my spine because I was just thinking about his.

I immediately shake my head, I mean my mother and father of course, but a guy from school, no.

"You're beautiful." The sincerity in his voice melted me.

"Tonight, I'm cooking spaghetti, do you like spaghetti?" I change the subject because my gut was afraid of catching feelings. 

"I like Italian," he sends me a smile.

"You don't have to sit in here if you don't want to, um- you could come up front." I point towards the door. "My dad will be home here shortly, and I don't know if he's still upset with me." I rock back and forth on my heel.

"He doesn't quite like me does he?" Harry smirks, and looks down, before standing up. "if it's a big deal, I can just find something on the way home, plus I'm still cleaning up the house from the party."

"It was that wild? By the way, I saw someone urinate in your fireplace."

"Yep, it was a total success." He rubs his hands together mischievously.

"You can stay if you want," I said awkwardly standing by the door.

"And bicker with your father?" He jokes, sending me a wink. "I will."

"be my guest." 

"I'll go up front." We both stand off the bed.

We both make our way toward the living room, and tell him to sit down and make himself comfortable on our red loveseat. I hand him the remote that was sitting in the entertainment center.

"A great opportunity to raid your panty drawer." He smirks, before dropping back on my bed. "I'm joking, I'll behave for now."

"Thank you," I say before I hear the front door open, revealing my dad's tall figure. His Brown button-down shirt was still greatly ironed. His eyes first notice me, about to greet me, then he sees Harry.

"Hi, Daddy," I say, sweetly as possible, I give him a small smile.

"You do realize you are grounded, right?" He frowns. Shit. "And you have a boyfriend?"

"He's a boy that is my friend, but mama says he could stay for dinner, he just swung by to say hi."  before I could get another word out of my mouth, he speaks.

"He will not, in a matter of fact," He looks at Harry. "You can't be here, boy. My daughter is grounded, and she is not allowed to date."

My dad did own a riffle and im so glad he didn't go for that first. I'm so lucky he didn't pull it out, to scare him with it.

He stands off the couch tucking his phone in his pocket, giving him a light nod, before leaving out the room. His eyes never met mine. No. I didn't want him to go.

I hear the front door open and shut, and like that he was gone.

"How could you?" I breathe, "I like him, Dad. I'm 18,  I'm not a little girl anymore!" I enjoyed his company.

He breathes, hurt flashing in his eyes for a brief second. "Under my roof, Sarah, you are still a little girl."

"Wow." That was all I could say. I look over to see my mom standing in the frame between the living room and kitchen, she looks at both of us with a worried look on her face.  "I'm 18."

"Where is Harry?" She butts in, curiously looking at me and then at Dad.

"That was Harry? Harry styles," my dad says, eyes dark.  "God dammit Sarah! What has gotten into you?"

"Harry went home, I'm not allowed to be seeing him."  I could feel tears build up. " no dad, what's gotten into you?"

She pierced her lips and sighed. "Sweetie, you mind if I have a word with your father?"

"Thank you," I whine.

My dad rubs the back of his neck, and I walk straight past him and out the front door.