Staying with the Styles'

Home with Harry (4)

A few days later I'm woken up by my mom. "Mom?" I grumble, annoyed. I look at the clock. 7:43 am.

"Why are you waking me up this early?" I ask rolling onto my stomach and putting my face into my pillow.

"I have to go back to work today, remember?"

I do remember. Mom's a teacher so she has the summer off, but my dad is a dentist and he works through the summer. Today is August 26th, a Monday, and my mom starts teaching again today.

"You promised me that since you didn't want to start university, you would get a job. Today would be a good day to start looking." Mom states.

"Okay, okay, I will. But I need at least two more hours of sleep before I'll be able to do that. So goodbye." I say, pulling the covers over my head.

"Bye, sweetie." Mom says chuckling and leaving me alone to sleep once again.

I wake up again two hours later and I lay in bed for awhile playing games on my phone. My stomach starts to grumble, so I decide to get up and make some breakfast.

I walk downstairs in my pyjama pants and a tank top, with my hair up in a messy bun. God I hope nobody sees me like this.

I walk into the kitchen looking at my phone and when I look up I see Harry, wearing sweatpants and no shirt. I'm immediately drawn to his amazing abs, and I can't seem to tear my eyes away. I slowly move my gaze up to his arms and his chest. I'm not supposed to think this of my childhood friend, but damn he is so hot.

I finally realize that he's watching me with a smirk on his face, and I quickly move my focuse to the fridge. I open the door and hide my face behind it, pretending to look for something.

I hear him chuckle and all of a sudden he's right behind me.

"You know, you're not so bad yourself.' He whispers in my ear before walking out of the room.

The blush in my face only intensifies, but I'm glad nobody's around anymore to see it. I decide to just have some cereal and I sit eating it for awhile before I realize how quiet the house is.

Gemma walks in with her purse and car keys and goes to the fridge to grab some milk.

"Where are you off to?" I ask

"I have to go to work," she manages to say even though she is now stuffing a granola bar into her mouth.

"Where's everybody else?"

"Everybody in this house except for you and Harry have to work. He's on a bit of a break right now, and you're... well I don't know what you're doing."

"Gee, thanks." I say "I'm supposed to be looking for a job. Any suggestions?" I ask

"Nope." Gemma replies as she grabes all of her things. "See ya later."

And with that everybody's gone except for Harry and I. Thank God they have a huge house.

I go into the home theatre that they have and start to watch the notebook. Sappy, I know. But what can I say? I'm always up for some Ryan Gosling.

I'm barely into the movie when Harry comes in and sits down beside me.

"Hey cutie."

I tell him to shush so I can watch the movie and i try to ignore the rest of his flirting. But after awhile I am so annoyed with him.

"God Harry you are just so full of it!" I finally yell, pausing the movie and turning to look at him.

"What are you talking about?" He asks, crinkling his brow.

"All of your stupid comments, and jokes, and the way you act."

"You were the one who was checking me out this morning." He says with a grin.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about! You're famous and now you think you can have whatever girl you want! Your ego is as big as this house and you don't stop. You just keep fliritng, and being all stupid. What, am I your chosen girl of the week? Because I know you don't really do the whole relationship thing." I say angrily. It feels good to get it out.

"Leah..." He starts, trailing off. Maybe I'm wrong, but he actually looks a little upset.

"What, the poor little popstar can't handle being critisized?"

"Stop." He says angrily. "I'm not a big-headed, needy, self centered, player. You know that, Leah. I'm Harry Styles. We did everything together when we were little. Why are you so determined to make me seem like such a bad guy?" He asks

"I just kind of assumed you were different now. I didn't want to think you'd be the same kid you used to be and then end up being proven wrong. That would have sucked too much." I explain

"If you give me the chance, I'd like to prove to you that I am still the Harry that you used to be able to tell everything to, and the guy that you used to love to be with."

"Okay... fine." I say "Can I finish my movie now?"

"Sure" he says laughing, and we turn back to the movie.

By the time Friday comes, being home with Harry isn't so bad. We've started talking and laughing like we did when we were little.

That night at dinner, the adults announce that they are going away for the Labor Day long weekend.

(If you don't know what that is, Labor Day is a holiday on the first Monday of every September.)

"We'll be renting out a beach house, just us parents." My mom explains.

"So you're leaving me home alone?" I ask her

"Of course not," Mom says "Harry and Gemma will be here!"

"Actually... I won't be." Gemma says

"And where do you think you'll be going?" Anne asks her daughter

"Amanda asked me to spend the long weekend at her house, her parents are going on a trip together."

"Right... so I'm supposed to let you go over there and let you party all weekend.?"

"Yes?" Gemma asks in a hopeful voice

"Oh alright," Anne says. Then, speaking to Harry and I "It looks like you two will be alone this weekend."

Great. As much as I've been getting used to spending time with Harry, being alone with him is not my idea of a perfect weekend.