Fire (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

I sat on my bed cross-legged thinking about this boy’s statement. I wondered if I was over-thinking it, if there was another meaning to his words. I knew though, I knew what he meant. His words didn’t faze me too much; I knew it was probably just something that happened at that school? It was more his demeanour and general sense of negativity that he exerted.

I tried to forget about his words; I just had to find a way to occupy myself. I grabbed my phone and walked downstairs to start dinner, my Dad would be getting home from work soon.

I grabbed a few saucepans and started cutting some vegetables. My phone buzzed on the table beside me, and just for a second I considered the possibility of it being the boy. I knew it was absurd, but the thought lingered on my mind still. I picked up the phone. It was a text from my Dad.

“I’ve got a conference till Friday, so sorry, I’ll ring you tomorrow to explain. Love you.” I threw my phone on the table. I was furious. What the hell did he think he was doing?! This was really difficult for me, this school was getting to me, that Boy was getting to me and now he lays this on me?! What the hell? I sat on the sofa with my arms crossed. I was trying to figure out what to do next: write an angry text back, not reply at all, or sit here and moan about it.

It was just getting dark, as it was almost half past 6. I thought about what I could do… and at that moment, all I wanted was to hug my mother. My dad had pushed her away just like he was doing to me. All because of a car sales business. I thought of the last time I was truly happy, and all I could think of was when my mother was here.

I could feel myself getting angry, I stood up and stormed out of the house, into the darkening street outside. I walked away from my house, not bothering to lock the door. I just walked.

I remember hearing Reece – one of Paige’s friends – talking about a party that was on tonight, I said I didn’t want to go because I felt like I needed to settle in a bit more, but now all I wanted was to be out of that house. I set a course for Paige’s house, it was on the street down from mine and I could already see the people going in. I jogged up to her front door and knocked hard.

A couple of seconds later, Paige answered the door and greeted me with one of her trademark smiles, revealing her blue brace and her dazzling white teeth. She offered me a hug, which I willingly accepted, stepping up onto her doorstep and seeing just over her shoulder. I saw into her front room…and there, standing by the fireplace, with a glass in his hand, stood the boy.

I swallowed hard and pulled out of Paige’s hug, never losing eye contact with the boy.

“Paige who is that boy?” I asked, tilting my head towards him, he hadn’t yet seen me I don’t think, so I still had an opportunity to avoid him. She turned her head and looked at him while he was facing away. She turned back, a pained expression on her face.

“Oh, that’s Harry, he invited himself in.” She said moving her focus to the ground. I couldn’t think what to do. I didn’t want to go home, but I didn’t want to have to face Harry.

I looked at him; he had a strange smirk on his face, as if someone had just told him a joke. Then as quick as a click of the fingers, he was staring at me. Walking over to me, taking long strides and moving fast. His eyes were set on mine, peering into me. I braced myself, Paige moved away from me when she saw him coming, she drifted into a crowd not far from me. And there I was, standing by the front door, with Harry. He stood directly in front of me, the space between us was almost non-existent, his smell was intoxicating, and his proximity was alarming. I took a sharp inhale as he moved impossibly closer, leaving no gap between us whatsoever, he was towering above me, the top of my head just reaching above his chin.

“Yeah, you’ll do nicely.” His words caused a shiver down my spine; he looked down on me, his emerald eyes still staring into mine. The eye contact frightened me. I regretted coming out, I regretted getting angry, I knew, I knew inside of me that this night wasn’t going to end well.

I didn’t know how to respond to his words. They were so menacing and dark. I felt trapped, nobody would help me. As I attempted to scope the room for help, all I saw were eyes peering at me, guests in the house, almost everyone one of them looking at Harry’s grip on me. Harry must have noticed too, he placed his hand on my back and guided me upstairs. I didn’t want to go, that was the last thing I wanted, but his hand on my back forced me up the stairs and guided me into one of the rooms. I noticed a girl standing on the landing; she saw Harry and immediately retreated downstairs. I wondered why Harry had such a strong impact on everyone. It was as if they were all terrified of him, the look on the girls face displayed a sense of fear that I wasn’t familiar with.