Cold Case--Harry Styles fanfiction

Chapter 2

/// Victoria's POV///

   After we leave the school, it only takes about 10 minute to get to his house. After we get there I wait for him to get his things. While I'm waiting, I notice how nice his house looks. The house is white and has two stories. It has a deck that wraps around the front and it has a hammock attached to the top of the deck.

   My house also has two stories but it's not white. My house is brick without the wrap around deck. I have a tree with a tire swing that I used to swing on when I was a child. My mom would push me high enough to where I would feel like I was flying. I really miss my mom. We were so close and now with just me and my dad we don't get out much. I mean I go out with Anna and our friends sometimes to parties but that's about it.

   Anna knows everything about me. How my mother died in a car accident when I was three. The driver was drunk and ran a stop sign. That's why I'm never going to drink. I don't want to do something that I'll regret or risk someone's life and it's just not worth it. I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Harry comes out of his house not carrying anything. I thought we came here to get something for him? He opens my car door and I give him a confused look.

   "We can work on it here." He says with no emotion in his voice.

   "Um. Okay?" Coming out more as a question than a statement.

   I grab my things and we walk into the house. He doesn't talk the entire walk to his room which is the up the stairs, first door to the left. I walk in thinking that he would have heavy metal posters everywhere and black on everything. I was wrong.

   His bed was neatly made and everything was spotless. He has shelves and shelves of books but out of everything the thing I noticed that was off was that his desk in the corner had stacks of paper piled high. I wondered why everything else was clean besides this. So, I walked over and began to scan through the papers.

Case-3155 May of 1999

   What's this doing here?

   "Get out of that. Never go through my stuff again hear me? It's none of your business." Harry says starting to gather up all the papers to put them in a filing cabinet.

   I hold up my hands in defense and walk away to sit on the edge of his bed.

   "Sorry. I just saw th-" But he cuts me off.

   "Save it. I just don't want you going through my things. It's mine room. You better be glad I let you in here at all." He says. His cold green eyes staring into my soft blue ones.

   What was it? What is it that made his eyes look so cold? He seems as though he's holding back too much anger.

   I get my book bag and take out my books to begin the project. I write down some notes and Harry was still putting the papers into the cabinet. I think Harry and I should write about Macbeth I've looked it over a couple of times and I think I could write about it. It seems interesting so it shouldn't be too hard to write something about it.

   Harry finally finishes putting the papers away that he doesn't want me to see. He grabbed a pencil and paper and I told him what to write.

   "These are just the notes I'm giving you. You'll have to write the paper yourself." I find myself smirking. I know I'm not actually going to let him finish it alone. He might do something to make us intentionally get a bad grade and I won't let it happen.

   Harry gives me a dirty look and I laugh. "I'm just kidding. I'm not actually going to make you write the entire paper. You might make me get a bad grade." I say jokingly.