The Styles Brothers | Harry Styles

Chapter 26. A new friend

Harrys POV

I take the collar of his shirt and hold him still. He knows I am stronger than him.

Harry: ''They are not ridiculous! Every god damn single one of them have a meaning!'' I yell.

Thank god our mother isn't home, that would've been a nightmare. She has never seen Edward and I fight, even though we do it all the time. I hate my brother, more than anything in the god damn world, and for him to talk about my tattoos that way is just mean. All of my tattoos have a meaning. I don't even know why we got that damn tattoo together. Edward, Marcel and I have a identically tattoo. A cross on the ankle. Why did I even agree to get it? I have a memory from the one who always treated me like shit. I can literally not wait to move out.

Edward: ''Then tell me… What did the first tattoo you got mean to you?'' He whispers and pull on his ridiculous smirk.

Harry: ''My first tattoo. You know what my first tattoo means!'' I yell and slam him into the wall.

Edward: ''I don't know what your first tattoo was!'' He yells back. Yes he does, he is just playing me. ''Suddenly you just had 15 tattoos!'' He yell.

What? I showed them my first tattoo and I clearly remember him sitting there as well. He is lying, I can tell. I don't know how to answer him. Should I explain my first tattoo or should I just bang him against the wall again and tell him how much I hate him. No. I won't give him that happiness. I won't let him win, instead I just let go of him and walk to my room. He doesn't follow thank god. I find Marcel sitting on top of the stairs. What is he doing? He looks up at me, obviously scared as hell. He doesn't speak at all, I guess he overheard Edward and I. Probably oversaw it too. I understand why Marcel is scared of Edward and I. We fight all the fucking time and when we Edward and I don't fight, I am fighting with someone else. Marcel is quick on his feet and he looks straight into my eyes. I want to slap him in the face and yell at him for listening, but I don't want this to suddenly be about Marcel.

Harry: ''What are you doing?'' I say. 

He sinks and opens his mouth trying to say something, but the only thing that comes out is ''Uhm.. I. Uhm, huh, uh.'' He is too scared. 

Harry: ''Did you overheard Edward and I?'' I ask.

He starts shaking his head really fast. I don't want him to be scared of me, he is my brother. I lay my hand on his shoulder and his head immediately turns to my hand, then back to me, then back to my hand. His lips are shaking and so is the rest of his body.

Harry: ''Listen. I don't want you to be scared of me. You are the one of you two I care about. I am not going to be mad at you or yell in your face, I am just asking because I am curious. It's not like you're going to tell anyone and I know that. Just tell me if you heard it or not.'' I feel him starting to relax and his eyes soften.

Marcel: ''I, I… Uhm, I heard.'' He stumbles. 

Harry: ''Okay.'' I give him a little smile and let my hand fall to my side.

He smiles back and I walk to my room.

Elizabeths POV