We were in the car on our way home from the hospital. Harry said that our parents were supposed to come home today. I'm anticipating the look on my mother's face when she sees my foot. I really didn't want Harry to take the blame for me again. Maybe if I'd stop making stupid decisions, I wouldn't get myself into these types of situations all the time.
We pulled up into our driveway. Harry exited the car and made his way over to my side opening the door for me. He lifted me up bridal style and closed the door with his foot.
"You know I can walk with my boot on right?" I notified him as he carried me into the house.
"Yeah, but it seems like every time I let you out of my sight you always seem to find a way to hurt yourself." He said.
I huffed. "I'm starving." I blurted.
"I'll fix you something to eat before I clean the house," Harry replied.
Wow, Harry was being so generous today. I'm kind of skeptical about his behavior. He placed me down carefully on my feet and pulled his keys out to open the door.
"Wait, how do you get to have a key to the house and I don't?" I asked.
"Because I'm clearly more mature and responsible than you are." he mocked.
I scoffed. "Yeah, you've been real mature since you've been here."
He huffed in annoyance and proceed into the house with me following behind. "You're not going to school today so I'm going to take you to your room to rest." He said.
"I prefer to stay in here for a while and watch t.v" I replied.
He shook his head. "I don't think it's a good idea to have Carine and David come home and the first thing they see is that their precious princess has a broken foot." Harry sarcastically remarked.
"I don't want to go to my room," I said.
Harry groaned. "Why do you have to be so difficult?" He said pulling at the roots of his hair. "This is why you got hurt in the first place." I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever." I scoffed. "Why do you always have to be the boss of me harry?" I said making my way over to the couch. "You're not my stepfather, David is. Remember?"
"Whatever I'm going to cook now. Whatever I cook you can eat it or don't but, I'm tired of you and your annoying little attitude." Harry said walking off into the kitchen.
"Yeah, whatever." I scoffed.
I reached for the remote and turned on the t.v to America's Next Top Model. Something to distract me from Harry's bipolar behavior.
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HARRY'S POV
I stood over the stove, currently making or shall I say perfecting my egg and cheese omelet. I glance over my shoulder to see Anna still watching t.v. Some model show or whatever it's called. I don't know why she has to be so stubborn all of the time. It makes me so angry. Especially when I'm trying all that I could to protect her and help her. She's such a spoiled brat. But she is cute when she's angry.
What the fuck am I saying?
I hear the front door open followed by a "We're home!" The voice belonged to none other than Carine.
Oh, fuck!
I ran out to the living room to see Carina and my dad standing at the door with their luggage in their hands.
"Oh, Harry! thank you for keeping the house while we were gone." Carine said before pulling me in for a hug.
"Oh, don't thank me yet," I mumbled.
I looked behind her to see my disapproving dad look around. "I'm surprised he didn't burn the house down." He scoffed. Carine made her way into the living room to greet Anna.
Oh shit, here it comes.
A loud screech erupted from the living room. My dad rushed into the living room with me running behind. There stood Carine hugging Anna nearly squeezing the breath out of her.
"Oh, my poor baby! What happened to you while we were away." She screeched.
"I-I uh, Harry uh...." Anna stuttered making Carine turn her attention to me.
"I thought you said that everything was fine when I called you," Carina said with her eyes practically throwing daggers at me. I held my hands up in defense. "I can explain."
"Harry, I specifically left you in charge! Now if you couldn't handle it then why didn't you say so?" Carine yelled. I never saw Carine this upset before. I stood frozen in place not knowing what to say.
"Mom it's not his fault!" Anna interrupted.
"I was running around and Harry warned me to slow down. I didn't listen to him so, I slipped on the top of the stairs and fell. Harry rushed me to the hospital as fast as he could." She lied.
Carine's face softened. "I told you about running in the house. You know better than this." Carine scolded Anna."
Oh so all she gets is a slap on the wrist and I get a punch to the face. This is so unfair. Even if I'm older than her.
"Well, I'm glad you're okay," Carine said. Anna sniffed in the air. "Smells like something is burning." She exclaimed.
The realization took over my face as the smoke alarm started to go off.
Oh, shit the food.
"Harry, the food!" Anna screamed.
I bolted to the kitchen to be met with a huge fire on the stove.
"Holy Fuck!"
A\N
Hey, guyyysss how was your thanksgiving????
I hope it was good. If you don't celebrate it I hope you had a good day anyway.
Hope you like the update. I'm sorry I waited so long. I'll try and get the next one up soon.
Luv you guys
-xoxo Anna
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