His angel (dark Harry styles fanfiction)

Chapter 16

Camille's POV

'I know who you are' Harry said, clearly unimpressed.

'Yes, son. I know you do.' Replied Anne, still smiling through Harry's rudeness.

'Well anyway' I said, breaking the tension 'I'm Camille and it's lovely to meet you'

'The pleasure is all mine. Oh sorry, how rude of me, come in and make yourself at home.' Anne said.

I gave Harry a reassuring smile which he didn't return as we entered the stunning mansion. Old fashioned but extremely beautiful, it was a place you would be proud to call home.

'I'm just going to the kitchen quick to finish off lunch. Steve should be home any minute now but the living room is just to the left if you want to sit down.' Anne said.

'We'll go and sit down.' Harry replied in a voice cold as ice.

He grabbed my hand before I could thank Anne and went straight for the lounge.

'Harry.' I hissed 'why are you being like this ?'

'Well angel.' Harry said in his sarcastic tone that I was more than used to 'did you forget that the last time i saw them was ages ago, when I basically got kicked out and made to look after myself at 14?'

'Of course not but you could be more mature about the situation. You wanted to come here so somewhere deep down inside of you , you must want to make this work.'

Harry looked at the ground as if I was telling him off. I had the upper hand in this argument and I would've been lying if I said I wasn't loving it.

'Please Harry.' I muttered, taking his hands in mine 'try and pull through this day without being mean or bitter. If you won't do it for yourself do it for me.'

'Okay angel , I'll try. For you.'

'Thank you Harry.'

He stroked my cheek and just when I thought he was gonna give me a gentle kiss he bent down and whispered in my ear
'you look so fucking hot baby, if we were back at my place you would be naked by now.'

This boy was so fucking bipolar.

Being the sensible lady I was, I pulled back from him and told him to behave but secretly, my panties were soaked.

'I'm home!' A male voice called from the front door.

I toke Harry's hand as we walked towards the deep voice. I could tell Harry was nervous about meeting his dad although he done everything in his power not to show it. He hardly ever showed any emotion. And if he did, it was sexually.

We came face to face with a handsome, tall middle aged man with a grin so big his eyes crinkled. He wore a smart suit and carried a leather brief case.

'Hi Harry.' He said with confidence.

Harry nodded in return and believe it or not, that was good progress.

'And who must this be?' Asked Harry's dad, looking at me.

'I'm Camille. Harry's ...erh...'

'My girlfriend.' Harry said, taking hold of my waist and bringing me closer to him.

'Oh! Well I'm Steve and welcome to my home. I take it you've already met Harry's mother, Anne?'

'Yes, she's absolutely stunning.' I replied.

'She is isn't she? I'm one lucky man.'

I smiled in awe. I've always wished for someone to speak of me like that. Harry, to my surprise, must've picked up on this as he whispered in my ear 'not as lucky as me.'