The Boy Next Door (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 26

The rocks in the dirt pathway crunches under our feet as we make our way to my dad's bait shop. I take in the cold breeze and the open space of the rural area. Everything seemed so crowded and messy since I moved to the suburbs.

The screen door creaks as I open it to reveal my dad waiting on a customer.

"Hey dad." I greet him as he fishes worms out of the big container of dirt. I always loathed taking a shift at the bait shop when I lived here. Worms and sardines were not my thing.

"Hey Carter." He looks up, sealing the lid of the container and handing it to the elderly customer. The customer hands him the money for the worms and leaves.

My dad walks over to me, pulling me in for a hug as Harry stands beside me.

"Dad. This is Harry." I introduce them as I pull away from the hug.

"Nice to meet you." He holds his hand out.

"You too sir." Harry shakes his hand.

"Oh don't call me sir." My dad chuckles. "It's John."

Harry nods his head and I see his body relax. I silently laugh that Harry was worried my dad wouldn't like him. No matter who it was, my dad would find the good in them.

"Do you want a tour of the place? I'm sure Carter would love to show you around." My dad smiles at me as he returns to his spot behind the register.

"Come on." I laugh, taking his hand and leading him out of the shop.

We walked down in the direction of the stables, the lake glistening on our left side.

"So this is where you grew up?" He smirks at me.

"Yeah." I would give anything to be able to live here again.

I lead him into the stables, the horses lining up one by one. We walk towards my horse. Bea. She was a dark brown horse, her mane taking a black color.

"And this is my horse." I stroke my hand down her mane.

"You know it surprises me that you don't have an accent." He smirks.

"What?" I turn my face to look at him.

"I mean you lived on a farm most of your life."

"Harry. We live in Pennsylvania. Not Texas." I laugh.

He shrugs his shoulders and walks behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I think an accent would be kind of cute." His lips linger near my ear.

"Then you'll just have to find another girl." I turn in his arms, giving him a small smirk.

"I couldn't

"No." His hands pull me closer. "There's no one else but you."

My heart flutter at his words. I wonder if he actually meant it. Was I really the only one for him?

I smile, giving him a small kiss on his cheek. "I have to show you something." I grab his hand and lead him up a set of nearby wooden steps. The bails of hay are in stacks as a makeshift chair. I smile as I remember building that when my mom first left to distract me from the constant sadness I felt. The memories hit me like a ton of bricks. A mixture of happiness and complete sadness.

"I would always sit up here whenever I was upset about something." I recall as Harry takes a seat on the hay.

"What were you upset about?" I see his eyes fill with worry as images of a little me sobbing in the place where he sat fill both of our minds.

"My mom." I take a seat on his lap.

He stays silent, pulling me close to his chest.

"When she left, I felt like no one loved me." I feel the aching in my chest.

I play with the cotton fabric of his shirt as he rubs my back to console me.

He mustn't know what to say as his silence lingers in the small space.

"Sorry. This was supposed to be a lot happier of a walk down memory lane." I laugh as I push the terrible memories to the back of mind.

"It's okay." His voice is soft and comforting. "I know how it feels."

The breath hitches in my throat as I remember the story he told me in the darkness of my room. The pain behind his whisper as he recalled the painful past he suffered through.

I turn so I am fully facing him and put my legs on either side of him. I connect my lips with his and caress his cheek as his touch travels around my body. I begin to grind my hips against him and feel the bulge rise in his pants. He moans into my mouth and it sends a vibration through me.

"Fuck." He curses against my lips as I move faster.

I pull away from his lips. I moan repeatedly as he bucks his hips up against the rhythm of my hips. "Oh my god Harry." I squeal.

"Carter!" I hear my dad's voice call out.