The Boy Next Door (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 31

"No and that's final." Harry's voice slowly wakes me from my slumber.

When my focus steadies, I realize he is absent from his spot next to me.

"But Harry he's said he's sobered up now and he would like to rekindle his relationship with you." I hear his mom's voice, trying to reason Harry.

"Rekindle? Rekindle what? There was never any relationship. He's always been a no good drunk." His voice is slightly louder than it was before.

"Harry. At least give your father a chance. He's trying." She goes on.

"He's not trying. And he's not my fucking father. He's never been. He's never been there when I was little and now he decides to just show up whenever the fuck he wants." I hear him walk towards the bedroom door and I snap my eyes shut, pretending to sleep.

"Harry." His mothers voice is stern.

"Mum. I already told you. He's not coming here."

"Harry. This is my house and I will bring him here if I would like. I was just going to ask you to see how you would behave but clearly this is not a good sign. I'm sorry Harry but this is not your decision." His mother's voice is calm. I wish I had that much self control when it came to Harry. Normally we just end up in a screaming match. Then again, she's dealt with him for seventeen years. I've been around for mere months.

"I don't give a shit, but don't even think for a second I'll be around when that douchebag is here." He walks into the room, closing the door slowly behind him. I hold back the smile begging to form on my face. I know he wanted nothing more than to slam the door right behind him, but he had used his self control to stay calm so he wouldn't wake me.

The bed moves a little as he sits on the end of the bed, burying his head in his hands. The images of Harry informing me on his broken childhood take over my mind. My heart breaks for him. He must feel so abandoned and hurt inside. A complete contrast of his intimidating outside. I pretend to awaken, opening my eyes and stretching a little.

He snaps his head up, blinking rapidly so his eyes appear not watered and glossy.

"Morning baby." He kisses my forehead as I sit up.

"Morning." I smile.

His face is fallen, his eyes a darker shade than the normal light shade.

"What's wrong?" I ask, clearly already knowing.

"Nothing, why?" He lies. Harry is definitely not one to open up about his feelings but he should know by now that he can tell me anything.

"I don't know. You just look... sad." I state.

"Well I'm not." He defends.

"Harry it's okay to be upset about something. Just tell me."

"I told you. I'm fine."

"Okay. I was just curious." I decide to let it go. Nothing good ever comes out of Harry being upset.

His face fills with relief as I let the subject alone. I grab his shirt, pulling him close to me. I crash my lips to his as grabs my waist pulling me onto his lap.

"Somebody's frisky this morning." He smirks.

I playfully push him back, even though he doesn't budge. "Just trying to make you feel better."

"There's nothing wrong." His hot breath pushes onto my face, his lips dangerously close to mine.

"Harry. I'm not stupid."