Changing Harry Styles

15. Her

That little fucker.

I was in the kitchen cleaning dishes when I had heard two voices, looking out the window I saw Harry and Niall. Curiosity got to me, so I stepped onto our old little deck to hear their conversation, just in time for Harry to bash me.

He doesn't know when to just stop and leave me alone. I hate him I hate him I hate him! But what I hate the most is the thought of him hating me.

And I hated that I felt that way too.

I ran inside, failing to keep my tears inside my head. I ended up on the couch, folded into a ball.

I wish I was back at home, where I didn't have to worry about stupid Harry. I decided to watch television, because I needed something to keep the thoughts of him at bay.

Of course, the first three channels I flipped to were gossip shows. Trending topic? Harry's new "girlfriend." The girlfriend being me.

I found myself laughing at the reporter, because in order to date someone, you actually have to LIKE them first.

My phone, which was tucked in my bra began buzzing and blaring Changing of the Seasons by Two Door Cinema Club. Niall had shown it to me, and I had instantly fallen in love with it. As someone who did not have a strong passion for music, it was a rare occurrence for me to love a song. But damn, it was catchy. So like any normal human being, I changed it to my ringtone.

"Yes?" I answered. It was my dad, and we had passed the usual 'Hello!' and 'Hi Sweetie!' greetings.

"Mer, I'm coming home in ten. I have some good news." He paused, my cue to guess.

"You get to stop teaching Harry?" I ask. He chuckles in return.

"The opposite. I got two more months with the kid, I actually have a lesson with him tomorrow."

"Whatever, I hate him. So your news?" Last thing I needed was to talk about Harry.

"Oh yeah! Guess who has a date tonight?" My dad cheered. Oh great, here we go again.

You see, ever since my mother left, my father has tried, and failed, the dating scene. Seven women, he has dated seven women up until this point, and the last one I was seeing real potential for him. He has a hard time approaching them, and keeping them is even harder. He's, well, awkward.

"Oh... That's great dad... With who?"

"This amazing woman I met on the set of Chloe's new movie, you'd LOVE her." He praised. This was the eigth time I'd heard that. So far, he's been right once.

"Oh I bet." I said a little more sarcasim then intended.

"Lighten up Mer, give her a shot. This doesn't happen to me offten."

"Fine, when will you be home?" I ask.

"Yeah about that... I might NOT come home tonight..." He hinted. Oh god. Oh no that is a picture I will not get out of my head.

"DAD! Ew, hang up before I puke. I'll see yout tomorrow."

"PIzza's in the freezer, I love-" I hung up before he could say anymore. My dad, having sex. Where can I find a barf bucket?

I was still in my yoga clothes, well I wouldn't be for much longer. I ran up to my room and threw on some sweat pants and a sweatshirt with You Wish You Were This Green. Printed on the front with some cartoon lizard on the back. I got it for my birthday centuaries ago, and it was still my favourite.

I went downstairs before deciding I needed a noon time coffee. Dad had left the truck behind like always, incase I wanted to go do something. Thank god because one more minute in this house and I would've exploaded.