The Exchange (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Belle's POV

"Mom! Dad! What the heck are you doing here!" I almost yelled.

"We came to pick you up!" Mom fired back.

"Jay, everyone, may I have a moment with my parents?"

"Of course! Come on kids lets head to the basement." Mrs. Jay said, and led the group downstairs where we would be partying.

"Why are you guys here to pick me up? I'm here until the end of the semester."

"We saw this splattered all over news stands. Then they talked about it when I was watching E! News like I do nightly." When she said "this" she shoved a copy of Global Enquirer in my face.

"Okay and? That is everywhere but why are you picking me up or wanting to pick me up?"

"This boy seems to be twenty you're fifteen we can't have you dating a twenty year old womanizer on another continent."

"First of all, I'm sixteen. Harry's nineteen not twenty. The age difference is four years not five. Second of all, Harry's not a womanizer that picture was set up. Louis told me exactly what happened."

"I don't believe that was set up, you're just in denial. We also can't have our fifteen year old partying and making out with a nineteen year old. I bet everyone was drunk, which is unacceptable."

"For the last time, I'm sixteen, and the party was one that Harry threw me for my sixteenth birthday. Something you've forgotten for the past 7 years. No one was drunk, not even Niall who's Irish."

"That was sweet. Still we don't want you around him.He has a reputation. The bad boy rockstar type."

"Harry is the sweetest guy you could ever meet. We care about each other a lot. He loves me and I love him."

"He's just being nice to you to get in your pants."

That pissed me off. I wasn't really feeling anything until then, now it's fury. "That is not true! Harry isn't like that at all!"

"I can tell that's what it is. He's nineteen you're sixteen. Nineteen year old boys don't date sixteen year old girls unless they want something, or the girl is really really pretty."

Did my mom just say I wasn't pretty? That hurt deep!

"Harry doesn't want anything from me! If he did why does it matter to you? You don't care about me any way. You haven't written, you haven't called. You don't care." Okay maybe that was a little rough but I was just so raged that I couldn't help it I had to say it.

"If we didn't care would we pay all this money to send you to another country to study so you can have your dream job of a lawyer?"

"My dream job? My dream job? More like Your dream job for me!"

"You don't want to be a lawyer?"

"No I don't. I want to be an actress."

"I didn't know that."

"Obviously."

"Well, in that case there's no reason for you to stay, so come on we are going home."

"What? No you can't take me home! I'm here until Christmas. You said yourself you paid all that money for me to come! No you're not taking me home I'm not letting you!"

"Sydney Belle Anderson you do what we say! We are your parents and we are in charge of you!"

"If you're in charge of me why has McKenzie's mom helped me raise myself?! She's done more than you EVER have."