outcasts. | harry styles au

twenty two.

lennon wrapped one of harry's dark green fluffy towels around herself, drying herself before putting on her clean clothes that sat on sink counter. after dressing into some pj shorts and a plain black tee lennon grabbed her brush and began brushing her hair.

as she began brushing the knots out of her hair lennon began to brainstorm on who might have been the person in the black suv. she knew her father didn't have  black suv, but he could have just as easily rented or one or bought one. 

she wondered why her father hated harry so much. there had to be another reason other than the fact that he wasn't the richest person. on the other hand though it could've been the man that harry was telling her about. this wasn't good. 

lennon also wondered what harry meant when he said he would take care of it. sighing she threw her towel in the hamper and exited the bathroom. walking through harry's room to the hallway that led to the stairs lennon stopped when she reached the top of the stairs.

harry's voice could be heard, he wasn't yelling or whispering, but lennon could tell that he was speaking to another person in a urgent, angry tone. also it sounded like it was laced with worry. lennon knew eavesdropping was rude but she was curious on to what he was talking about. about what plans were being made.

"i know i know!" harry raised his voice a bit.

lennon wondered who he was talking too, maybe it was louis.

"i just don't know how this ended up happening."harry stated. 

lennon could hear him pacing around in what she suspected the kitchen. she could imagine him running his fingers through his hair something she knew he did when upset or frustrated. there was a few beats of silence. lennon shifted her weight to her other foot making the floor board creak slightly.

lennon mentally cursed herself, she would be a horrible ninja.

"let's talk about this later." harry rushed. he must have heard the creak and realize she was about to come downstairs. he also sounded like he didn't want her to know. 

it was silent downstairs as lennon realized this meant he probably hung up the phone it safe to come down. her feet descended down the stairs until she reached the bottom. lennon hesitantly walked into the kitchen to see harry in front of the kitchen sink. 

he was looking out the window above the sink, his hands on the edge of the counter in front of the sink. the view lennon had of him now was picture worthy. the way the light of the setting sun hit his face illuminating it. the way the muscles in his back were present visible from his lack of shirt, and how his tattoo covered arms looked like art. how he always looked like art, but right now he looked truly amazing.

lennon walked over to stand next to him to look out the window, they stood side by side looking out the window that displayed the backyard, the sun visible right above the trees.

harry's arm snaked around her waist the gesture was a protective one but at the same time it seemed affectionate as his pulled her closer to him. lennon felt safe around him, despite everything going on she felt safe around harry. 

a sigh fell from his lips as he tore his gaze from the window to look at lennon. lennon fought the urge to blush at the sudden attention as she looked up to meet his gaze.

his face inched closer to hers, lennon closing her eyes as his warm breath hit her face. butterflies erupted inside her stomach, as she felt his soft lips kiss her forehead. she couldn't help but smile at the gesture. 

his kisses would never get old to lennon.

his lips left her forehead after a couple seconds, and gave lennon a smile.