Stepdad Styles

Chapter 3

"Harry, you honestly don't think that menu is going to cover you up do you?" I ask him, his face is covered by the long rectangle shaped menu, cursive letters flow horizontal over the top spelling 'Michaelangelo's'.

He waved me off, his hair is up in such a high quiff that the menu can't cover the top half of it. I giggle at the sight before me, Harry's hands grip the menu tighter, his fingers flexing and the gold ring slipping down to his knuckle.

"Seriously Harry, the menu is not doing you any justice at hiding. Now cut the crap and help me order." I swat the menu out of his grip, he's sat across from me gawking with his mouth open.

"That wasn't nice." He said while he gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched with anger.

"I never said I was. Now.. Help me!" I raised my voice.

"Fine." He huffed, slapping his hand down onto the menu and sliding it along the table towards his chest.

"Quite the lovely couple we have here tonight." A groggy, eras old, decrepit sounding voice quietly said.

My eyes darted up from the menu I was looking at and met with dull blue ones, this man could pass for my great grandfather why was he working here?

"Oh, we are no-" I began to correct his award winning How Awkward Can I Break The Ice sentence.

"Welcome to Michaelangelos, what can I get you two?"

I sighed in defeat, I had no idea how I was going to order my sandwich. I haven't decided if I wanted tomatoes or cucumbers, mayonnaise or mustard, pickles or-

"She'll have the Turkey Club, on Rye bread, hold the mayo but replace it with mustard. Tomatoes, and relish. As for me, hmm, I might go with the roast beef and hash. Yeah, I'll take that." Harry took my menu from my hands, I was in utter shock at how he handled that with little effort on his part.

"Awesome choices and for drinks?"

"Two Coronas for now, and two Pepsi's with our meals." Harry answered quickly.

"Alright, I'll be right back with your drinks."

"What?" Harry asked, a slight shade of pink on his cheeks.

"You, how dare you!" I leaned across the table and smacked his arm.

"Oww!" He whined. "I just did you a favor and this is the thanks i get?" I move forward to smack him again but he catches my wrist this time. "Don't do it, Mathers" he warned me.

I yanked my hand out from his grip and glared at him. "I'll do what I please, Styles" I counter. Which causes him to chuckle.

"Here you are." Two beers are placed down onto the table, one infront of each of us.

I start to push mine towards Harry, as if to say thanks but no.

"A sip won't hurt you." Harry interjects my actions.

"I have a daughter to worry about." I tell him, which is partly true. The other part is I don't want to do this with Harry. I will not go down that road again.

"That's not the reason. I know the real reason, and you can't keep dwelling on the past. We've grown from that, so much has happened since then." He tried to reason with me, but I leave the bottle closer to him before dragging it along the table in such a slow state my thoughts drift back to that night.

--the first ever flashback--

"I'm not going to hurt you.." A deep, raspy, bone chilling, 2 years ago Harry whispered into my ear.

"I can't remember how many drinks we've had." I slurr, my face slumping directly into the crook of his neck. His arm wraps around my waist tightly as he guides me through the unknown house party we are currently in.

"I lost count after 8" Harry giggles, much like a girl and opens a door revealing a small twin size bed with flower patterns all over the duvet.

"I'd love to lay you on that bed and have my ways with you." Harry hummed in my ear, my head tilting back to look up at him lazily.

"Why don't you?" I bite my lip, even with all the buzz flowing through me I can't help but feel nervous.

"I'm suppose to be with Taylor, remember? But damn Haze, you're making this hard for me. Do you realize that?" I shake my head and my hair falls infront of my face, blocking my vision from looking up at Harry.

His hand reaches my forehead as his fingertips glide along my skin, his fingertips continue to glide down my temple and past the corner of my eye. Pulling the hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear does Harry grumble incoherent words.

"Geez Haze. You have to stop this." He says, huffing a deep sigh before bending his head down and capturing my lips with his.

--back to the restaurant--

"I've learned from my mistakes. Which is partly why I like to remain single, juggling life between two girls was crazy. Plus I hurt you in ways I'm not proud of, so you can bet on your life that I'm not going to kiss you." I looked over towards the beer, a bottle hasn't touched my lips in 2 years and yet here I am placing the bottle to my lips slowly.

"That's a good girl. Drink your bottle." I nearly choke on the beer at Harry's words, he's looking back at me with a playful smile.

"I'm considering pouring the rest over your head if you don't shut your yap." I threaten.

"What's a yap?" He asks me confused by my choice of words.

"It's your mouth!" I shout at him.

"Chillll" he chuckles "no need to get all hostile."

I sigh out of annoyance as the word hostile forms more memories into my thoughts.

--second flashback--

"What the hell is this?" I hear Taylor's voice shriek from down the hall, I had been helping Zayn with his tie.

"I thought you said you were done with your feelings for her? And that she didn't matter anymore! You told me yourself that the only reason you even slept with her was because you were drunk! I should have known this was going to happen! You're a piece of work, Harry. We're through!"

My eyes widened as I they met with Zayns brown ones, his long eyelashes fluttering as we listened. My fingers working their magic on straightening his tie.

"Keep your voice down Taylor, damnt." Harry barked back at her, his voice wasn't as loud as hers but Zayn and I could still clearly hear it.

"Why? Is she here? I bet she is. She always is. One day she isn't going to be around anymore because I'll have said something."

"It's too bad you can't, it will cost you too much to afford losing that much amount of money in court."

"One day Harry, you'll see. She's a f*cking slut that can't keep her legs closed!" She wanted me to hear that, she wouldn't have yelled so loud if she didn't want me to. Zayns protective arm went around my back and supported me.

"You know nothing about Hazel. Nothing." Harry yelled back at her, the loudest I've ever heard him yell. In my entire life of knowing this caring gentle man I've never heard him this angry. "Just go. Leave!"

Loud pounding footsteps carried throughout the hallway as a running Taylor Swift ran past the door way. Her long blonde hair flowing behind her, her red Keds pounding the floor beneath her.

"I should go check on him." Zayn said to me. He messed with my hair before stepping away from me.

"You don't have to. I'm fine." Harry said from the doorway startling us both.

I can still feel the heart ache I once experienced two years ago as Harry stood before me. His old hair do swept across his forhead, he didnt have any formed muscles and no sign of a beard coming in at all.

Last night Harry and I had a random heated make out session on the studios couch. the love bite from that night now prominent on his neck still, it shined off his perfect skin.

Harry had said to her that he only slept with me because he was drunk, he didn't have any feelings for me and he only used me for his pleasure. The prick is going to get punched in the fa-

"Haz-"

"I don't want to even hear it." I stopped him.

"I only said that to her because I-"

"Harry.. I.. I don't .. I don't care." I finished my sentence but not without crying like a little baby in Zayns arm.

"But I-"

"Mate, I think she's heard enough. I'll take care of her. Go finish getting dressed." Zayn said to Harry.

A week passed by before I finally forgave Harry and decided my feelings for him were simply just the fact that he used me. I would never let myself be in that position ever again, I would learn from this mistake.

--back to the restaurant--

Our meals were brought to us and we ate in comfortable silence.

"You have a bit of sauce on your face." I said pointing to my chin.

"Here?" He asked and tried to wipe it away with the back of his hand.

"Ew, use a napkin." I rolled my eyes at him and he picked up his napkin, spilling some beef sauce all over the table and into his lap. I burst out in laughter as he shrieks and thrust his hips up, his thighs banging against the table and our empty beer bottles spinning around in circles.

"Hooootttt!" He panics and begins wiping at his crotch with his napkin, the beef juice staining his napkin a light brown, soon his napkin is no longer white and I find myself reaching across the table blotching his crotch with my unused napkin.

"Woah, woah, h-hey, I- I got it." He tried to grab the napkin from my hand but instead he wrapped his much larger hand over mine and locked eyes with me.

Oh my gawd.

Harry's crotch, my napkin, my hand, his hand.. All in that order. A recipe for disaster. I gulped, swallowing some excessive saliva that formed in the back of my throat as we stared at eachother.

"I'm sorry!" I squeak and fly back in my seat.

"It's.. It's fine" Harry hums and goes back to patting his pants as dry as he can get them. I can't help but feel a little embarrassed, I mean what if I turned him on? How slutty would that make me? I just reacted, I reacted without thinking is what I did.

My cheeks were on fire! Literally burning as more blood pooled to then as the seconds passed.

"Uhh.. Check please?" Harry raised his hand as he called out.

"We don't have to leave." I whined.

"As much as I love sitting here with you i would rather do it with a clean, non wet, pair of trousers on." Harry flashed a small smile at me but I couldn't bare to return it. "Cheer up buttercup. Atleast you're not the one sitting there feeling like you pissed yourself." And at the remark I slapped a hand over my face in embarrassment, only to make him laugh and pull my hand away from my face.

"They are just a pair of trousers, love. I'll have them dry cleaned and take a quick rinse off, it's alright Haze."

Drops of beer slowly fell from the table and onto my thigh, the jeans I had on had drops of stains on them. I shifted in my seat, getting up from the booth and standing. My fingers rubbing at the wet spots on my thigh, I licked my lips and tried harder.

"Here you are.. Woah, what happened?" The waiter had given Harry the bill, a shocked expression clearly written all over his wrinkled face.

"Minor accident. Nothing I can't pay to fix. How much will it be? I'm really sorry for this." Harry reached a hand into his back pocket of his jeans.

"As long as it was an accident, it's certainly fine by me."

"No really, can I speak with the manager?" Harry opened his wallet and took out a plastic card from it.

"You're speaking with him." The waiter said with a small smile.

"Oh, well okay then." Harry scribbled his signature down on the bill and handed the waiter it back along with his card. "We really are sorry."

"It's not a problem. Nothing I can't clean up." He winked at Harry and went back to swipe Harry's card, I watched him return back to us and hand Harry his card back.

"Thank you for dining at Michaelangelo's. It was a pleasure serving you." I nearly laughed as Harry's cheeks tinted pink, the old man walking back into the kitchen.

"You better leave him a big tip" I scold him.

"I am! I am!" He rolled his eyes and placed the card back in his wallet, taking out some cash and leaving it on the table before putting his wallet back into his dry back pocket. "Come on" he looped his arm through mine and lead me back to the studies room.

"Where the hell have you two been?" Louis asked the second we walked into the room.

"Grabbing some food." Harry shrugged, Louis eyes Harry's pants with wide eyes.

"What the hell happened to your Trou-"

"Long story." Harry placed a finger over Louis's lips. "Have Hazel explain it to you. I'm going to rinse off." He removed his finger from Louis's lips and stalked off down the hallway.

"Hazel? What's gotten into Harry?" He flatly accused that I had something to do with this.

"Nothing!" I panicked. "He's a clutz and spilled his sauce all over his pants at the restaurant. We-"

"He took you to dinner?" He held his chin and stroked it, most likely thinking.

"Uh. Yeah Louis. We were hungry and-"

"Don't interrupt my thinking, babe. I can't have you jibber jabbering while my brain tries to process this all."

I sighed and waited for Louis to speak, when he didn't I tried again.

"It's nothing to over analyze. He was basically forced into taking me."

"Was he held at gun point?" Louis asked quickly.

"Well no, but-"

"Then he wasn't forced." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Harry doesn't just do things like that. Unless.."

"Unless?"

"Unless he has feelings." He whispers.

"He's a human being Louis, Of course Harry has feelings!" I shout back.

"For you." He say matter of factly and flicks my nose.

"Oh no" I gasp.

"Oh Yessss" Louis says giggling.

"Louis! You're up!" Niall shouts for him, Louis is quick to skip away but not before winking at me.

I sit myself down on the couch and wonder how my daughter is doing, as if Lou can hear my thoughts my phone buzzes and it's from Lou. She captured a picture of Lux pointing at a grizzly bear. Her favorite animal.

"Awww" Harry cooed over my shoulder. I nearly scream as his wet hair dampens the side of my face.

"Don't do that!" I yell at him. Several faces look our way momentarily and go back to what they were originally doing.

"Sorry." Harry chuckles and slides over the couches arm squishing between me and the couch. Which isn't much room, he should really sit on the other side. "Mind scooting over?" I roll my eyes as he blinks continuously at me.

"Get your own couch." I say, not buying his flirtatious ways for once.

"Well I would, but I can't-" Harry struggled to wriggle himself free. The muscles of his arms strained as his face scrunched up. Only one thought came to my mind.. Where the hell were his clothes?

"My ass is stuck between you and the couch." He complained.

"Where are your clothes at?" I whispered.

"Lou is bringing them by in 20 minutes." Harry looked over his shoulder at me. "Why? Would you rather me be naked?" He nudged my arm, I clamped a hand over my mouth and rolled away from him.

"I'm only joking Haze" Harry said laughing.

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"Nice bumping into you again." I spun around and smacked the person on the chest.

"I thought you learned your lesson about sneaking behind other girls backs and scaring them?" I narrowed my eyes on Ryan as his lips broke into a grin.

"After that punch I definitely did." Ryan said with a chuckle.

"My fist was open, I only smacked you." I reasoned. Smiling back at him.

"You have a pretty smile." He said as he peered into mine, never looking away.

"Uhh.. Thanks" I shrugged.

"You don't like compliments?" He nudged my arm with his elbow, I suddenly felt nervous.

"I do.." I paused to think why I'm even acting this way. "I just.."

"Haze!" Harry's voice called out to my attention. I looked over Ryan's shoulder to see Harry running over my way. Oh man.

"You have a boyfriend?" Ryan asked causing me to laugh.

"No, he's not." I chuckled.

Harry finally got caught up to us and said hello to Ryan, a minor introduction but polite non the less.

"Sorry for interrupting, I just need to borrow her for a minute." Harry tugged on my arm as I shot Ryan a shy smile.

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A/N: I can't help it, I'm so happy with this story. :) don't forget that vote button ;)