Gwen h.s

0.2

☾

"Who the fuck was that?" Niall says standing up to his feet while making his way towards her. She shrugs and out of curiosity, she grasps the door knob to exit and find out who the man was or object her mother about the stranger.

Niall exits with her and told her that he was going downstairs to look for some snacks. She rolls her eyes once again and heads towards her mother's bedroom.

She finds her mother under the silks of her bed as her bare back faced upwards and her brown hair tangled from sleeping.

"Mom, wake up." She whispers into her ear and shakes her. She groans in irritation and grabs a pillow to cover her head from being bothered.

She sighs in annoyance and stares at her for a moment until a small noise came behind which makes her jump slightly. She turns and sees the god-like man from earlier.

"Sorry again, did I scare you, love?" He says with small smile appearing from his lips. She shook her head as she studies him carefully. He shoves his long legs into some black skinny jeans and zips the zip over his groin. The jeans made his legs and ass look amazing.

"Watch where those eyes go, young lady."

Her eyes widens and looks away from the very amused man who chuckles lightly at her with a sly smirk.

"I-I'm sorry, but who are you to come in here and-" The brown-headed girl turns and finds herself staring into the man's green eyes that could set fire in people's hearts. His face was meters away from hers as the minty breath stumble out of his mouth and flew under the tip of her nostrils. Her mouth sealed shut and her puffed cheeks blossomed into pinkish roses in such innocence that matched his lips.

The stranger speaks, "Who am I?" He chuckles lightly and smiles once again which makes her knees tremble slightly, "Thats not important now, Darling. But, I'll be seeing you very soon. Good-bye, love." His voice was like soft music into her ears. She realized that he wasn't from here due to his cherish-able accent but she clarified that he was British. The stranger's breath was gone in matter of seconds and so was his presence.

All of a sudden the room felt quite empty as she was left there dumbfounded and confused as she replayed the words he said,
'I'll be seeing you very soon.'

What did he mean by that?

☆

For the next past few days, her mother kept ignoring her or showed no intentions in starting an actual conversation because she was too busy on her phone. She gives up on bothering her mother and plans to ask her later since she, too, was also occupied with the mysterious man with green eyes and curly hair in her mind which attracted her in the most annoying way like whenever she looked at the trees every morning jog, she thinks about his eyes or when she drinks her sweet coffee or tea, her mind just drifts off and think about him. She knew she had to stop the feeling that was building in her stomach and heart. If she didn't, her body would have exploded into fireworks and butterflies.

There was something different about her mother that she can't seem to put a finger on, but hearing her mother giggling every night on the phone was ominous.

"Oh, Mr. Styles." Her mother giggled as she curled a strand of her hair with her finger. The sight was nice to see that her mother was actually smiling for once unlike other days when she would come home drunk and lost. Lost of love.

Then she drifted into a different subject...

Mr. Styles? Who was Mr. Styles?

"Yes, of course.... Tomorrow night at 8? Perfect....mhm...Okay! Good-bye." Her mother talks in a cheery tone. This was her chance to find out who she was conversing with throughout these endless nights.

"Who was that?" She asks as she reveals herself in front of her mother who sat on her bed with a dreamy smile plastered on her tired face.

"Mr. Styles. I was about call you over here, because, We, young lady, are going to my boyfriend's house tomorrow night." She says with a little squeal at the end.

Her eyes widens in horror and she can feel herself screaming inside. The memories of her father flashes through her mind. Her hand clenches into fist and glared at her mother with such anger.

"Mr. Styles? Boyfriend? Why the fuck didn't
you tell me that you had a boyfriend?! What about Dad?! Don't you still love him?! How could you?! You fucking promised me and him. You promised!" She screams with tears running down her cheeks as her mother face soon turns her veins into ice. She promised that she would only love her father and that he was the only person for her. How could she?

"Don't you use that language at me, Gwen. Jesus, It's been years since your father passed away! Can't you see I'm happy for once! I can't go on like this Gwen, I have to move on! WE have to move on!" Her mother yells back as she stood on her feet with fire in her eyes.

The girl who wanted her father back bit her lips to assuage the anger bubbling inside of her because she knew her mother was right.

"I'm not going." She decided. She didn't want to see the man who stole her mothers heart from the man who did everything to save both of their lives.

"You are going, Gwen and that is FINAL! I will not ruined Harry and I for you. So get over it, you little brat!" Her mother hisses at her. The mother who called her daughter 'My little angel' was long gone.

She felt like drowning into her own tears as she turned away from her own mother and walked out to devour herself into the bed of white silk sheets. The minute she closed her bedroom door, she was trapped like a mummy in a tomb. A bird in a cage. A delicate heart in her chest.

She walks over to her night-stand and dials Niall's number. Tonight she was going to be brave and fearless like nobody was going to stop her, not even her darkest memories. She was going to let her demons take her away and let out all the pain.

Not even a fucking Harry Styles will get in her way.

But little did she know...