The Exchange (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Mark's POV

Vanessa can't believe that Belle slammed the door in our faces, I on the other hand can.

"I can't believe she did that!" Vanessa shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Vanessa, calm down!"

"DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!!!"

"Do you blame her? She is right she's practically raised herself."

"Do I blame her? Do I blame her?! Yes I do; she was disrespectful and slammed the door right in our faces."

"Well, she wouldn't have if we actually cared for and about her. We've forgotten her birthday the past 7 years. We've haven't written or called either." I feel really guilty; we have been sucky parents.

"So you are okay with her slamming the door in our faces? Are you okay with her and this Harry Styles dating?"

"I don't blame her for slamming the door I would've done the same thing. Yes, I am okay with it. He admitted he wasn't cheating on her, and I totally believe him. They looked so happy together. He's giving her the attention we haven't, and if they're happy I am."

"I am not okay with any of it! I'm going to fill out the papers to disown her when we get back to Georgia."

I can't believe she would do or say something like that! I'm outraged! "No you will not! I'm not doing that to her and you have to have both parents' permission!"

"We will discuss this when we get home Mark! Lets just leave!"

"Gladly!" We walked off the front porch of the Tomlinson's house. I'm going to start writing and calling.

Belle's POV

I can't stop thinking about my parents coming and trying to take me away from someone who actually loves me. Harry cares more about me than they ever have.

I'm feeling everything. Dislike towards the paps, sadness about the cruel things the girls on twitter are saying about me, and anger towards my parents.

Maybe everyone is right. Maybe I come across as easy and that's the only reason Harry likes me. I'm beginning to think this isn't going to work. Maybe me and Harry need to break up.

"Belle, you want to dance love?" Harry looked over at me and grabbed my hand. It snapped me out of my thoughts for a milisecond Oh yeah we are supposed to be partying with Lottie's friends in the Tomlinson's basement. Everyone was slow dancing to "See Beneath Your Beautiful" by Labrinth.

"Uh sure." I probably sounded sad or something, but I didn't really care.

Harry grabbed my hand and led me to the middle of the floor to the only free space.

"Isn't this nice?" Harry asked trying to make conversation.

"I guess."

We stood there in silence for about thirty seconds which was long enough for me to zone out and think about something else.

Harry asked me questions and talked to me a little but all I could do was nod and say yeah. My parents and the paps have really shaken me up.

The song ended and instead of jamming out to Thrift Shop and rapping it flawlessly taking out all the bad language, I went and sat on the couch I was sitting on before me and Harry slow danced.

McKenzie's POV

Belle hasn't said or danced much at this party. Now Thrift Shop is playing which is her jam and she always gets up and raps it, and she's just sitting down on the couch with Harry. She's not even talking to Harry.