The Styles Brothers | Harry Styles

Chapter 18. What the hell?

You woke up by the sound of your phone alarm. You hated that sound. You turned to face Harry, he was still sleeping. You sat up ind the bed, and just when you lifted your body form the bed you heard Harry again. It was still pretty early, about 6am, but you decided to wake up anyway.

Harry: "N-No…" You turned around to once again see Harrys wild eyes behind the eyelids. Was he dreaming again? 

You pushed his shoulder and he woke up. He woke up with his eyes wide open.

Harry: "Why the hell do you keep waking me up?'' What? ''I mean, sorry…'' He said and sighed.

You: ''Uhm, you were, dreaming again, I think…''

Harry: ''Oh, well then thank you.'' He snap. I smiled at him, not really knowing if you wanted to believe him or not. He looked thankful, but at the same time not. 

You were wondering what his nightmares were about, but you didn't really knew if he would answer you.

You: ''Do you like, know what you're dreaming about?'' He looked up at you.

Harry: ''It's not your business.'' He snap. Why is he so cold today. Maybe the nightmares effected his mood. Maybe he wasn't ready to tell you yet.

You: "Are you hungry?'' You asked. You just wanted to change the subject before it got awkward. ''I can make some pancakes.'' I half asked. He nodded with a smile on his face. You couldn't tell if it was a fake smile.

You put on one of your oversize sweatpants. You could feel Harrys eyes on you as you were bending down to reach for the pants. His eyes never moved from you as you left the room. You left Harry all alone in the bed, probably thinking you were stupid as hell.

You got to the kitchen and noticed the silence there were. It didn't seem like your parents were home and it made you wonder where your parents where. You saw a note on the table. 

"We're at the mall.

xo Mom and Dad".

It made you realize. You were alone in the house. Just you and Harry. You heard steps coming down the stairs and you began to make the pancakes.

Harry: ''You know, I've been told that I do the best pancakes ever". He said and walked towards you. He gave you a playful smirk and took the pan out of your hands. What the hell? He went from nice, to being a jerk upstairs, to being playful and nice. 

Harry: "Let me do them.''

You watched him do the pancakes, standing there with his curly hair, all over his head, still so damn hot! Wait. He was wearing the exact same clothes as yesterday. You forgot he didn't even change before falling asleep. A black long sleeved basic shirt and some really really tight black jeans. He took off his shoes, you remember, but he obviously put them on again since his brown ripped boots were on his feet. My thought of Harrys clothes got pushed away by hearing his raspy morning voice. 

Harry: ''Did you heard what I just said?'' 

You: ''What?'' He laughed. Did he say something to you?

Harry: ''Yea, you were too busy staring at me, but hey, I get you. Who can take the look of this guy?'' He laughs. He meant himself.

You: ''You have way to much confident.'' I snap. 

Harry: ''Are you mad at me?'' 

You: ''No.'' I lie. 

Harry: ''Then stop staring at me you pussy.'' He laughs. Why does he keep calling me a pussy?

After a while he turns around with the pancakes on a plate, and sits them on the table. He walks back and takes two plates, one for me and one for Harry. He comes back and sits down at the table with me, immediately taking a pancake onto his plate. He makes eye contact with me the whole time he eats. 

Harry: ''Aren't you going to eat?'' He says and balling his fist. 

You: ''Uhm, yes of course.'' I say and takes a pancake.

Harry: ''Good yea?'' He asks. I nod, filling my mouth with pancakes. ''Relax tiger.'' He laughs.

After eating up we clean the kitchen. As we walk up the stairs I try to grab Harrys hand, but he keeps pulling away. What's wrong with him? He opens the door for me and I smile and walk in and sits on my bed. Harry closes the door and leans against it. I can feel his eyes on me and I look away trying not to get eye contact with him. He then just walks over to my chair, grabs his jacket and walks towards the door. 

You: ''Where are you going?'' I ask him.

Harry: ''I have plans beside hanging out with you.'' He snaps. Oh.

You: ''Well, okay, so aren't going to tell me where you're going?'' I stand up. 

Harry: ''It's non of your business.'' He snaps again. I walk towards him and he backs. What's wrong with him, it's not like I've done him anything.

You: ''So you're just going to leave?'' I ask and he nods. ''Without even saying goodbye?'' 

Harry: ''Pretty much yeah.'' I am confused now. What kind of plans does he have at 7:30 in the morning? I lift my eyebrow at him.

You: ''Are you serious?'' I ask him. He rolls his eyes and grip the door handle.

Harry: ''Goodbye Elizabeth.'' He says and walks out. I follow him as he goes downstairs and towards the door. ''What are you doing?'' He asks.

You: ''I'm following you to the door.'' I say with a confused look only face.

Harry: ''Didn't I just said goodbye to you Elizabeth?'' He snaps. Ouch. Why is he so mean?

You: ''Well, I just thought…''

Harry: ''Yea, but you thought wrong Elizabeth. Goodbye and don't follow me.'' He laid a press on the ''don't'' He then just opens the door and smacks it. What?