The Styles Brothers | Harry Styles

Chapter 40. Beating him up

I hear the loud ''Hello.'' and some laughs from the living room, so I guess Ashton and Marcel has arrived.

I still can't sleep. No matter what I do or how I lay I can't manage to fall asleep. How is that even possible? I am tired as hell, and I was sure I would be able to sleep, but I was obviously wrong. I could always get up and go in to talk to the boys, but how will they react to me looking like hell? I don't have any kind of makeup on and my clothes is baggy. I already checked my phone and laptop, so the only fun thing to do right now is either lay back down and try to sleep again, or go out to the boys and have a laugh. I think I'll go with the second option. I stand up and look at myself in the mirror. I put on a tiny bit of concealer and put on some tight jeans. I still look just as terrible as before.

''Hi!'' Ashton yell-laugh-ish, I don't know, at me when I enter the room.

''Hi.'' I reply quietly with a smile on my lips.

Marcel is quick on his feet to give me a hug. It actually feels nice. He tighten his grip around me and burry his head in my neck. Well okay then. To be honest, this doesn't actually feel wrong. His lips slightly touching my skin and his glasses on the table. He is a whole different person without them and I really like that person. I like both of them, but this one is just so amazing. He lets go of me slowly after whispering ''Hi.'' into my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine.

''Weren't you suppose to sleep?'' Joe ask as I sit down next to him.

''Yea, but I couldn't fall asleep.'' I tell him.

''Well you need to get your beauty sleep.''

''I know.'' I sigh.

I look over at Marcel and Ashton sitting on the other side of the table. They are both sort of staring at Joe and I and to be honest, it kinda freaks me out. 

As they continue their homework, I am sat just beside them with my legs underneath myself. It is freezing in here. I stand up and start to walk towards the kitchen to make myself some hot chocolate, but when I enter the room I almost trip over my own feet as I see lay my on the dark person sat on one of the chairs. What the heck is he doing here? eyes

''Oh hey.'' His voice is low.

''What in the freaking hell are you doing here?'' I sound just as chocked as I am.

''Hoping to see you.'' He smiles and stands up. ''And now I got what I came for.'' He starts walking towards me.

His brown curly hair is not up in a quiff as usual, it's falling down onto his forehead instead and he literally looks hotter than ever. He is not wearing his usual black jeans and t-shirt right now, he is wearing some simple loose grey shorts and a wine red UCLA sweatshirt. He is wearing white converse on his feet instead of his usual brown boots. He looks like a whole different person, just as Marcel. To be honest, he doesn't look like a boy who is soon turning twenty, in this outfit and the way his hair is, he almost look like a seventeen year old version of him.

Just as I think he will stop right in front of me, he walks past me. His overarm slightly touching my shoulder and my arm his thrown back by his push. Well thank you.

I shake my head and take a deep breath before I start to walk again. He made me dizzy.

''You haven't made a cup for me?'' I hear a voice saying behind me and I almost drop my coco. 

''Seriously, everybody needs to stop scaring me.'' I turn away and mouth falls open. ''So the whole family is together now?'' I lift my brows.

''No.'' He smiles and I frown. ''Our mom isn't here.'' He says crossing his arms over his chest.