The Way (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

"What the fuck are you talking about. I'm not listening to this bullshit." Harry's voice booms into the bedroom.

I walk into the foyer to see Harry's back facing me and his ear to the phone. My wet hair from the shower is still dripping onto my shirt.

"You are such a fucking waste of time. Leave me alone, and don't call again."

He slams his phone against the table, I'm sure shattering the screen. He turns around quickly and only then does he notice me standing here.

"Fuck! She's never going to stop!" Harry runs his fingers through his messy hair.

"Who?" I ask already knowing the answer.

"Hannah!" Harry's voice is still loud, very loud and his anger is starting to scare me.

"Oh." Is all I can think to say.

Harry picks up his phone and to my own assumption the entire screen is shattered.

"And now I have to get a new god damn phone." His tone is softer as he notices the way I haven't moved closer to him.

"What did she say?"

"You don't want to know, trust me." He rolls his eyes.

"Yes I do." I want to know no matter how awful it could be.

"She said you're not as innocent as I think you are."

I have talked to Hannah once in my entire life. She knows nothing about me and frankly it pissed me off that she would say something like that.

"Why would she say that?" The annoyance evident in my words.

"She thinks I'm only with you because you are, you know...pure."

"That dosen't make any since." I shake my head. Harry is obviously someone who has slept with a lot of girls, so why would he specifically want me.

"It does in her mind." Harry moves over to my spot near the door and wraps his arms around my waist pulling me against his large frame.

"Besides I'm obviously not that innocent." I'm surprised as the words fall from my mouth, and Harry's laughter fills the room.

"It's not a bad thing baby." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and the sweet gesture resonates through my body.

"I know." I snap.

"Okay, okay." Harry's smile is still plastered across his face. He kisses my forhead before walking back into the master bedroom. His mood swings drive even me crazy.

I follow him into the room and see that he is laying on the bed again. I crawl up beside him and place my head against his beating heart. The rhythm is slow and peaceful and I start to feel myself drift off into sleep. Harry's eyes are closed when I look up at him and I take this oppurtunity to take in the enormity of his presence. My hand involuntarily moves so my finger can trace the edge of the black ink covering his skin. His body stiffens below me but he dosen't open his eyes. I wonder if anyone has ever touched him this way, I know I have but I'm not sure he had experienced it before me.

"Do you like them?" His soft words make me jump, pulling my touch away from his hot skin.

"What?"

"Do you like my tattoos?" Harry's voice is a bare whisper as he moves my hand back to his chest. I continue the tracing of the patterns.

"Yeah..I guess I do." I answer honestly. Harry's lips curl into a smile but he dosen't say anything.