The HouseMate[Harry Styles AU]

Chapter 1



This seriously could not be happening. He had texted me that he would be home in ten minutes eleven minutes ago! And he still wasn't here. Did he not know what tonight was? Had he forgotten? How could anyone possible forget what tonight was?

Finally, after two more dreadful minutes, I heard the roar of his bike. I jumped up from the couch, running to the window, my socks sliding on the hardwood floor. I peeked out the window in time to see him take off his helmet, shaking his hair, running a hand through it. He glanced up, meeting my eye.

He smiled at me, shaking his head and started walking up the walkway. I raced through the living room, sliding to a stop in the foyer, waiting at the door when it opened.

"Remind me never to go on a blind date again." He said, setting his helmet on the table by the door. He shrugged out of his jacket, putting it on the rack.

"Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?" I asked, completely ignoring a request he has made many times before. "Do you even know what tonight was?"

"The premier of The Walking Dead." He laughed. As if this were a laughing matter! "I remembered."

"Could have fooled me!" I threw my hands up." I have been waiting, very patiently, to watch it."

"You? Patient?" He shook his head, walking past me and into the living room. "Those words don't even belong in the same sentence." He glanced back at me as he sat on the couch. "Well come on, Tea Cup. Let's see who Negan killed off."

I raced toward the couch, throwing myself on it, drapping my legs over his lap. I already had the remote in my hand and The Walking Dead up. I hit play.

"Should we make popcorn?" He asked.

"Shh," I waved my hand at him. "It is starting!"

"Teague, you haven't even asked me about my date."

"Harry, seriously, we will talk about your crappy date after the show!" I said. He chucked, shaking his head again, and turning his head to the television.

An hour later we sat on the couch, TV off, in silence. I think that he was waiting on me to speak, because I know I am the one that is really hurting from that episode. It is like he doesn't even care about the characters. Like they aren't real to him!

"Did that really just happen?" I asked. "Did they really leave us with ANOTHER cliff hanger?"

"Ah, come on," Harry moved my legs off of him, standing up. "It isn't like it wasn't expected. At least you got your answer on who died."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I was happy about it!" I shook my head. "This show is stupid."

"So, we aren't watching it next week?" He asked, stretching his arms above his head.

"Well, of course. Because know I need to know how they are getting out of this." I shook my head. What a stupid question. "Anyway, how was your date with Shelly?"

"Shelby." He corrected me. "And it was long and boring. First, she didn't want to get on the boke. Then, she didn't want to go to the restaurant I already had reservations for."

"And didn't bring back anything for me." I said and he shot me a look for interrupting. "Sorry."

"It was just really bad." He said. "Most of my dates have been really bad lately."

"They are bad because you make them bad."

"I do not."

"You do, too, Harry." I stood up, trying to get at least part way to eye level, but he still stood five inches taller than me. "Sometimes I think you sabotage your own dates."

"Don't be ridiculous." He shook his head, walking toward the kitchen.

"And you always do that when I try to help." I said, following him. "Call me ridiculous and walk away."

"Because it is ridiculous. I haven't gotten laid in six months." He opened the fridge and pulled out a Pepsi. "I am not sabotaging anything."

"It has been a bit quite around here." I nodded.

"Just let it go, Teague." He said, opening the Pepsi. "It is getting late. I am going to get a shower and get some rest. I do have work in the morning, you know?"

He walked over to me, still standing in the door, kissed my head and walked past me.

"This conversation isn't over!" I yelled after him.

"I didn't think it was!" He yelled back and I heard a door shut up stairs.

I sighed, walking back into the living room, flopping back down onto the couch.

Harry and I had lived together for six years. We met our Freshmen year at college and after my grandmother died and left me this house, we moved in here. He joined a frat and had lived at the house for half a semester. Just until he realized he was going to lose his scholarship if his grades kept dropping. Then he moved in with me and we have been house mates ever since.

I have seen Harry with many many girls. Though I have never seen any of them last more than a month. Most of them wanted to fix him, saying he was too cynical and sarcastic. Harry, not the type to be fixed, kicked them to the curb after that.

"Teague!" I heard him yell from the upstairs bathroom. "What is this pink stuff that smells like berries?"

"My shampoo!"

"Well I am out, so I am going to use it!" He yelled back down and shut the door again before I answered.

               That was Harry. He was going to walk into the office tomorrow morning smelling like berries. He was going to be counseling some poor kid through their issues and the kid is going to be wondering the entire time why their guidance  counselor smells like a woman.