Alivia's P.O.V.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know.." I mumble as I take a seat on the edge of Harry's bed, or old bed I guess. Harry lays back, throwing a small rubber ball up towards the ceiling repeatedly.
"It's alright.." He finally replies after moments of utter silence. "I kind of overreacted anyway."
"I should have stopped when you told me to." I say with a small frown. I really do feel bad about bringing it up. I guess I never really thought about where Harry's father was since we'd met or why he hadn't been mentioned. It must have been awful growing up without a father half of your life: or even a father figure. Now it makes sense as to why Harry seems so.. overprotective? He must have had to been the 'man' of the house since his father was killed.
"You were just curious. That's not a crime." He misses the ball this time and it bounces onto the floor, rolling into a corner of the room. "Let's talk about something else." He looks at me, his eyes full of curiosity. "Tell me about your family."
"Well, I currently live with just my mom. I'm an only child." I shrug, picking at a loose string on my shirt. "There's not much to say about my family, really."
"What's your mum like?" He questions and sits up. His eyes are locked on mine.
"She's your average single mother; Uptight and frantic 90% of the time."
Harry nods and grabs his phone off the side table. He squints at the screen, rubbing one of temples with a scowl plastered across his face.
"I didn't talk to the doctor but I don't think you're supposed to be using electronics or-"
"I'm fine. Those doctors don't know shit." He cuts me off. His tone is harsh.
"Okay." I squeak and avert my eyes from him. I haven't seen this side of Harry until now. Then again I've only known him for about 24 hours. It's kind of funny if you think about it. I feel so close to him yet so far. He's technically still a stranger to me. If my mother knew I was at 'some guy's' house that I met a day before, she'd lose her mind.
"Are you hungry?" Harry breaks my train of thought. His voice is soft again. It all confuses me how his mood changes every minute.
"Yeah, a little bit but I don't want to be a bother. I should really get home anyway." I stand up and smooth the duvet on Harry's bed where I was sitting. "Do you need anything? You probably need another dose of-"
"No." He remarks, cutting me off for the second time. His tone is sharp. Maybe it's the medication that's making him so moody. I really hope it is.
"Well I'll see you around." I sigh and take a few steps towards the door. I turn around just to see him give a pathetic little wave; his eyes fixed on his phone.
I make my way down the steps, dragging my hand across the wooden railing. I look at more pictures lining the wall that descends next to the steps. More of Harry and Gemma as kids.
"Yes, next Monday is the 23rd, correct?" My attention directs towards the familiar voice that's coming from the hallway downstairs. I linger down the rest of the steps quietly and peek down the narrow hall. At the end of it is a small, country style kitchen. Harry's mother is standing at the doorway, her back facing me.
I feel obligated to leave but I know she probably saw my car in the driveway already and it'd be rude to just leave.
I rock back and forth on my heels waiting for her to end her conversation on the phone.
I take a few steps down the hall after what seems like ages of waiting. I feel sort of guilty for eavesdropping.
"Mrs. Styles?" I say softer than I intended to.
She turns around with a look of confusion but she smiles when she sees me.
"Oh! Alli, right?" She waves me over.
"Alivia, actually." I say as I make my way into the kitchen.
"Yes, that's right! I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"Thank you for bringing Harry home by the way. I just had some really important errands.." She grabs a small box from inside one of the cupboards labeled 'Yorkshire Tea'. She catches me staring curiously and says, "It's the best."
"I've never had tea." I laugh softly. "But my mother drinks it all the time."
Harry's mom turns around with a look of shock.
"Well you have to try some. Especially since this is the best! Sit." She nods towards one of the kitchen stools.
"Oh, I should really be g-"
"Come on. Just stay for a bit?" Cutting people off must run in the family. "It's already brewing." She adds.
I quietly agree after a few moments and take a seat at the table.
"So how long have you and Harry been dating?" She glances back at me while grabbing a tea bag. "He seems to really like you."
What?
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