[ON HOLD] Defensive 'Till The End (Harry Styles, One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 33 - Mystery Man

I pull the object out and immediatly recognize it as a shoe box. It doesn't really have a colour. Just a dull gray brown hue. I stand up with the box  in my hands and turn towards Harry.

"What do you think this could be?" I ask him holding the box out.

I realize he's still wearing only his boxers so I place the box on the master bed and rummage through my moms pajama pants drawr. I finally find what I wanted and pull out a pair of guy sweatpants.

I accedintally ordered them too big and they fit my mom better. I hold them up against Harry's waist and smile.

"Close enough. Put them on." Harry grabs the pants and begins to pull them up his legs as I turn back to the box.

"Ooo demanding. I like." He chuckles. I roll my eyes at him climbing up onto the bed. Why is he in such a dirty mood today?

"Come look at this with me." I beckon him and he sits in front of me, the box between us.

"Where'd you find it?"

"It was hidden there." I point to the place I found it. "Why would she be hidding a shoe box between her nightstand and bed. I wonder what's in here." I place my hand on the lid lightly running over the top.

"Well open it then!" Harry pushes.

"I am!" I laugh sticking my tongue out at him.

I place my dainty fingers on the edge of the lid and hesitantly begin to lift it. I don't know why my heart is beating so fast. I'm just so nervous.  My mother usually tells me everything! So what's so important in here that's worth keeping it secret from me?

The lid comes off and I stare at a blank sheet of  fadded wax paper. I look up at Harry and he lighlty nods his head giving me some courage.

I take out the wax paper and curiosity fills me as I see tons of polaroid pictures, folded peices of paper, little odd trinkets, and a small notebook.

"Wow!" I say rummaging through all of the contents. I pull out a random picture and look at it. Harry leans forward to view it too.

I see a young couple standing in what seems like a park and they were holding eachother. The lady was smiling widley at the camera; her eyes sparkled with love. The man in the other hand towered over her looking down at her. He didn't have a smile but it wasn't a scowl either. it was more like a contemplating stare.  He seemed deep in thought.

"Is that...Harry, that's my mom." I say pointing to a young woman. She must have been younger than me. Maybe fifteen or sixteen. She is leaning against a tall male and I can't take my eyes from him. He looks so familiar. I don't know what it is...he just does.

The male had long blonde curly hair. He was very tall-towering way over my mother - and was dressed in leather pants matched with a white shirt and black leather jacket. He looked intimidating and the visible tattoo on his neck only made his bad boy persona more evident.

"He looks so familiar. Why does he have his arms around my moms waist?" I ask confused. Harry shakes his head and I place the picture down next to the box.

"Are you sure its your mom? I mean she is pretty young. What if its your grandmother or Aunt a while ago." Harry suggests. I shake my head. I'm convinced that the young lady leaning into the mysterious man is my mother.

"I'm sure.  She just has that...I just know. She looks exactly like her. The chocolate brown hair, the bright blue eyes." I pull out another picture and its of the young couple kissing. Its not the normal sweet kiss normal couples have when soneone takes a picture, it looks difderent. More R-rated you could say.