Dangerously In Love (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) - ON HOLD

Chapter 9

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Harry's P.O.V 

I pace back to Ted's house, I don't know what I will do when I get back. It was already midnight, probably after that. But, I just didn't want to go and knock on Ted's door and wake him up. 

Since when do you care about people? My subconscious banters me and I wish it was Niall so that I could punch him in the ribs. 

I roll my eyes at it and I knock on the door, softly. How could I expect him to open when I knocked so lightly? He was probably hiding behind the door, thinking it was someone else knocking on the door. I pounded hard on the door and finally hear the voice of grumpy Ted on the other side of the door. 

"I'm coming!", he shouts and I bite my tongue. 

Ted opens the door wide open and I walk in, nodding at him, "What's up?" 

"Oh nothing, I was just making some cake since I knew you were going to be home soon.", he keeps a straight face and I am pretty sure inside my head that he was being sarcastic. 

I raise an eyebrow at him, "Okay?" 

Ted lets out a soft laugh and I shake my head. He is always joking around, maybe that's the reason I don't get along a lot with him. 

He pats the couch and I walk over, sitting beside him. Ted had that worried look on his face, the one he had when he brought me home from the street and I was drunk. Completely knocked out. 

I raise an eyebrow, "What's wrong?" 

"Harold." 

"Harry.", I correct him quickly. It's not his fault, he is so used to calling me by that name but I hate it. 

Ted lets out a soft chuckle, "Yeah. Harry...your father..." 

I lock my eyes with his and I can feel the agony in my eyes. My father, what? I hated to talk about him; I wanted to shout it to him. 

He looks away and sighs, "He called." 

I fake a laugh, throwing my head back, "For what? To check if I was alive?" 

Ted was about to say something when I asked him to stop, "Well, you should have told him that you hate to break the news to him, but I am alive and well." 

Ted shakes his head, "Harry...he's worried about you." 

"Oh, now he is?", I snap back. 

Ted walks to me and puts his hand over my shoulder. I did not ever allow physical contact with any person of my family because there is a part of me how hates when I get too close to someone. The impulse to pull them away is stronger than the urge to let someone close to me. 

I step away and Ted bawls his fist away, "Harry, he cares and he wants to meet you." 

I shake my head, bouncing up the stairs to my room, "I don't want to. Tell him not to ever call for me.", I yell back to him and slam the door to my room.