Confusing and Wrong [ Harry Styles ]

Chapter 10

After sitting there with his lips against mine I lean back and look at his face. This can not be the same Harry Styles I used to fear and cower away from in the halls. The guy sitting in front of me is sweet, funny and kind. Not hateful, cruel and full of malice. This Harry is one that I could definitely get used to and wouldn't mind being around for a while.

"Harry, school will be over now. I think I should get home."

"Alright, let's go," he says standing up. He reaches his hand down to me offering to help me up. I grab ahold of it and with a swift pull I'm on my feet with our chests touching.

"Ready to go?" He asks smiling down at me.

"Yup." I say.

We climb down the ladder and make our way back to his gorgeous car getting in and heading back home.

After what seemed like forever, I finally see my tiny house come into view.

"Thanks for taking me Harry. The tree house was incredibly cute" I thank unbuckling my seat beast and grabbing my bag.

"No problem. I would say we should hangout again soon, but you know. You're moving into my house Wednesday so I can see you whenever." He suggestively winks at the end.

"Harry! You're disgusting!" I scold hitting his arm. I step out of the car and shut the door turning back to him. The window rolls down and his face nears the side I'm standing.

"I'm only kidding...maybe." He laughs as I stare at him disgustedly.

"Bye Harry." I say dismissing him.

"Goodbye Ace!" He sings attempting to irritate me, but it's actually starting to grow on me. He reverses out of my drive-way and honks before disappearing down the road.

I walk inside to find boxes everywhere, some full and some empty.

"Mom?" I kick off my boots and set my bag down before maneuvering around the boxes in search of my mother.

"Mom? Are you home?" I peer into the kitchen and then the living room failing to find her.

"Ace is that you sweetie?" I her yell from what sounded like the basement.

"Where are you?" I shout.

"Downstairs Hun. Come and help me please."

I make my way down the stairs and find her packing old shit up in a box.

"Ew what is this?" I laugh picking up what looks like a fairy kneeling on a mushroom made out of soap. "I didn't know we had this sort of junk around here"

"Excuse me that is not junk! My great grandmother made me that when I was a young girl. Now put it down and help me pack all this in boxes." She gestures to shelf of old books and pictures.

"Ok sorry." I chuckle placing it back where I found it.

I kneel beside my mom and start placing books carelessly in a box, until one catches my eye.

"Hey mom, have you ever read this before?" I ask looking over the dusty book. It reads 'The Outsiders'.

"Oh yes. That is one of the best books you will ever read. And if you watch the movie. Oh hot damn!" She starts laughing at her choice of words and continues packing.

I read the back of the book and place it beside me deciding I will try and read it later. I have never been much of a reader but I think I could get into this one.

After a couple hours and many packed boxes my mom decides it's time to start up dinner. I pick up my jacket I threw on the floor and walk upstairs to hang it up in the closet. I look out the window and see it's snowing again covering everyone's freshly shovelled driveways. A black car pulling into my driveway catches my attention.