Love Unlikely

Untitled Part 2

We finished the pizza Carol had made for us both. My feet swung from the bar chair I sat in while Harry's feet remained on the floor. I was only 5'5", an average height compared to Harry's.

I brushed my dirty blonde hair behind my ears as Harry took our plates to the sink.

"Your father should be home soon." Carol smiled as she rubbed my back. We all gathered back into the living room.

Carol sat on the couch and covered herself with a tiffany blue blanket. She was reading one of those home magazines I always threw away.

Harry sat in the recliner my dad had "claimed". He pulled a Titans blanket over himself as he watched some ghost show.

I had grown sleepy watching the show we had playing for the past couple hours. My dad had text Carol he was on his way home with dinner, that he just had a few things to take care of at the office.

Harry was sound asleep and started moving around. Carol and I watched as the vein in his neck picked up speed as his heart raced. My eyes widened as I watched him stir in the chair. Carol just shook her head and smiled at me.

"He's been having nightmares lately." She whispered trying not to wake the curly haired boy.

He fluttered his sleepy eyes open and looked around. His eyes met our staring ones and he raised his brows.

"What?" he groaned stretching out his long arms.

I tried to hide my smile at how cute e looked. I mean he wasn't my brother yet, but its weird to say that, right?

He stood up and disappeared to the bathroom.

"Oh here he goes." She sighed. "He is going out with some friends tonight."

Harry returned with a new outfit and his hair messy. He smelled like cologne and he was chewing gum.

The front door opened and in walked my dad. I ran up to him and hugged him tight, he laughed as I released my grip.

"How are you baby?" He smiled taking his shoes off and placing a box of Chinese food on the table.

"Good, just busy with work." I said exhausted from the long drive.

Harry sat with us through dinner and we kept joking around with each other.

"I'm telling you, i'll beat your ass little girl!" He shouted for the third time after I stole some of his noodles.

I picked one up and tossed it on the tip of his nose.

I couldn't help but laugh when he made a shocked face. He smiled and shook his head. "I'll get you back, don't worry." He chuckled taking the noodle off of his nose and eating it.

It's still difficult for me to take in the fact that i'm actually here with them all.

~FLASHBACK to 2 months ago~

I smiled as I saw Harry's name flash across the screen of my phone.

"Hey butt munch!" I giggled into the speaker. He returned a laughed and I could tell he was shaking his head.

"What are you doing arse wipe?" I smirked to myself at his witty comeback.

"Just got in from work." I sighed laying on my floor.

"Well how was that jerk that you'd been talking to?" His voice a bit irritated. Harry was already a bit protective of me. It was definitely a brotherly instinct I loved about him.

Austin, the jerk, was a guy I met at a party that i'd been trying to talk to. Well until now when he started to become a bit controlling.

I called him out on his shit though before Harry came to Texas from England to beat his ass.

"Better now, but it probably won't last long." I said taking my work clothes off and tossing them into the hamper while I slipped on my robe.

"Good, you don't need him anyways. You are a gorgeous girl and deserve a great guy....that I approve of." He said sternly as I rolled my eyes.

"How are you and Bethany?" I asked referring to his girlfriend of a year.

"Great! She is going to visit soon." Bethany, whom i've never met seemed perfect for Harry. Although she lived in Italy, but was American.

We talked a bit longer before I hung up and relaxed the rest of the night.

PRESENT DAY

Harry had left to visit some friends in Nashville. They were bar hopping or something tonight, lucky bastard.

I was semi upset just because I had finally been able to see him and I wanted to do bonding things, but he had been gone and needed to visit with everyone.

I didn't need to be selfish.

I had spent most of the night watching movies with Carol and my dad until they retired to bed.

"You can stay in Harry's bed tonight until we get sheets put onto yours. "Carol said before shoving my dad off to bed.

I stayed up a bit longer before turning the TV off and walking down the hall to a room with a wooden 'H' on it. I smiled and opened it smelling a mans cologne. It was a crowded room with boxes and luggage everywhere.

The bed was a full size with a large blue comforter and numerous pillows. Why is it that guys always have a million and one pillows, but two blankets?

I pulled the covers back and ran my hands over the cool sheets. Placing my suite case on the bed, I grabbed my pajamas and toothbrush before going to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

After drying my hair a bit I returned to Harry's room. Headlights shined through the blinds and I peaked through to see a Nashville taxi.

Harry stumbling out handing the man some money and tapping his door to send him off. I heard the front door open and shut soon followed by Harry's footsteps.

They stopped in front of his door. There appeared a drunken Harry, his hair a mess and clothes fitting looser than before.

He smiled as he looked at me and then to my suite case. "Mom put you in here for the night huh?" He slurred.

"Yeah, can sleep on the couch-"

"No! you'll sleep in here." He said sternly before walking over to his dresser.

"I just gotta grab a shirt." He smiled. I could smell alcohol on him from over here.

He reached in the drawer pulling out a white T and slipping the one he had off and tossing it into a laundry basket.

He was pretty tan and he revealed more of his tattoos we had talked about. I could tell he worked out by the cuts of abs on his stomach. Jesus.

"Goodnight love!" He whispered and kissed my forehead before slipping the other shirt on and leaving his bedroom.

I shook my head and crawled into Harry's bed after arranging my luggage.

His bed smelled like him. I engulfed myself in his pillows and blankets before passing out like a baby.