My First | Harry Styles

Chapter Eight

Tessa POV

"What the heck do you think you're doing here?" I heard my mum yell at my dad from the living room. Anne had guided me upstairs to my bedroom where I was to stay put until I was allowed to come back down. But I could still hear the sound of both my parents screaming at each other from down stairs. 

Harry offered to stay with me while I waited. He was always good company, however he always managed to get on my nerves at some point or another. 

We were both sat on my bean bag in front of the television, munching on pop corn that Anne had prepared for us. She would occasionally peak in the room to check up on us, thinking she was being sneaky and unrecognised. 

"This is boring." Harry complained, slumping down deeper in to the seat. I squirmed annoyingly as the entire bean bag had shifted now that Harry moved. I ignored him though. He was such a complainer. 

10 minutes later and I could tell Harry was loosing his patience with me. His constant fumbling in his spot made me want to smack that curly head of his. 

"Harry stop moving." I tried to say calmly. His response was a grumpy expression with his arms crossed tightly across his chest. 

I pushed the bowl of pop corn in his direction as an offering that he quickly accepted. He dipped his hand in the bowl and took out almost half of what was inside. 

"Tessa?" Harry asked curiously. 

I laughed quietly, taking in a small piece of pop corn before responding.

"Yes?" 

I watched as he dropped bits of pop corn in his mouth, one by one before looking back at me.

"How do you feel about pop corn?" He asked with a hint of playfulness. 

I made a sarcastic sound as I turned a bit in my spot so I could face him. 

"Well, I guess it's yummy." I stated truthfully. I was willing to go on but my voice was left wandering as Harry shook his head. 

"You didn't let me finish." Harry stated, taking another hand full of popcorn in his possession.

"How do you like popcorn... in your hair?" I scrunched up my face in confusion. My eyes widened alarmingly wide as I slowly processed what he had asked. I jolted up to escape, but not fast enough. Harry released his hand full of popcorn all over my wild, lioness hair. 

He burst out laughing. My fingers fisted my hair in attempt to get the pop corn out but it was no use. I could almost feel the static in my hair leach on tighter to the bits Harry had just dropped on me.

"You're going to pay for that!" I yelled, jumping over my bean bag and tackling Harry to the floor. Thank goodness for the carpet or else I probably would have hurt Harry a lot more than I had meant to. 

"Get off!" Harry objected angrily, pushing me to try and get off of him. My stern hand gripped his arm, not planning on releasing him quit yet.

"Appologise." I demanded. His eyes twinkled humourously at my request.

"Appologise?" Harry repeated sarcastically. "For what?" 

My eyes were now throwing daggers at him. He noticed I was angry and I loved how quickly it took him to realise it. 

"Alright, alright," He rushed nervously. "Let go of me first." 

I sighed hopelessly as I released his arm. I stood up and offered him my hand to help him up. The second he grabbed it though, I had some how managed to get back on the ground.