Bad Influence ( Harry Styles Fanfic )

Chapter 3

I made it a mission to snoop around, found out anything considering no one was telling me a single detail about what was going on. Not even Liam, I would think he'd owe it to me to tell me. Instead I'm trapped in this beautiful, yet terribly boring house.

I snuck my way into Harry's room, I opened up the nightstand-- nothing but condoms. I tried my best to move swiftly across the creaking wood floorboards over to the closet. My hand grips the door knob turning it and then slowly opening it. A hand slammed the door shut startling me. Harry was standing there his green eyes wide with anger.

"What the hell did I tell you?" His fist clenched. "This is my room. You have no business being in here. I find you and your big nose in here one more time so help me god I will throw you over to Donovan."

I couldn't manage to get a single word out, I was shaking. I wanted to stand my ground or maybe say you wouldn't do that to Liam, but I didn't know him well enough and I'm pretty sure he might do it regardless of Liam. It's not like he would stop Harry either. Liam doesn't care about me at all so it seems.

Harry stood with his hands on his hips waiting for the me to walk out the door. He glared at me as I left the room, he followed me out and slammed the door behind me.

"Don't let me catch you in there again." He walked the opposite way I did.

I went to go find Liam but ended up running into Zayn.

"Hey." I said shyly.

"What was the shouting about."

"I was in Harry's room." I said nervously as I picked at my finger nails. "And he caught me."

"Do you have a death wish?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I just wanted to know about him."

Zayn chuckled. "You aren't going to find out that way. It's best you just leave it alone." He patted my back.

"You aren't going to tell me anything?" I was desperate.

He simply smiled at me and passed by me and into his room. I wasn't going to get anywhere, I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen to make myself something to eat. I nearly spilt the milk to my cereal when I heard a pounding at the door. I slowly made my way to the door when I heard thumping coming from someone making there way down the stairs.

A hand covered my mouth I elbowed the man holding me back. His arm wrapped around me tight as he bent down in pain. I knew those arms well, the familiar tattoos it was Harry. His hand was still on my mouth, I tried to say I'm sorry. His lips got close to my ear nearly touching me. "Go upstairs and lock the door." He whispered, his breath was hot.

He let go, and I headed upstairs. I passed the boys who had weapons in their hand as they made their way next to Harry. I wanted to go up to my room but I was too curious as to who was at the door. I watched them from the top of the stairs. They got in position and opener the door.

It was a girl.

"I told you not to come here unannounced." Harry's voice boomed. The girl took a step in the house and Harry slammed it behind her and ran his hands through his hair.

"I couldn't get a hold of you." She said to Louis. "I'm sorry." Her voice was stern.

"You fucking call next time." Harry pointed at her.

I slowly made my way downstairs, I stopped in my tracks as Harry was walking up the stairs. He skipped every other step and his hair was in his face. He looked up from the ground to see me. He rolled his eyes. "I told you to go upstairs and lock the door."

"I-I know. I'm sorry I just..."

"It's a false alarm anyways." He huffed. He continued walking up the stairs.

"Harry?" I said trying to catch up with him.

"What?" He said not stopping to talk.

I didn't know what to ask. I had so many questions, none of which he was going to answer. "Where am I going to sleep?"

"What?" He raised an eyebrow. "That's what you wanted to ask me?"

"Yeah." I grabbed my arm. "I mean last night I slept in your room and everyone has their own and I was never-"

"I don't care where you sleep." He simply states. His green eyes felt like they burning me when he looked at me.

"So you don't mind if I sleep in your room." I joked. Bad idea.

"Don't go near my room." He walked passed me.

I walked back downstairs and ran into the girl who was originally at the door. "Oh, hello. Who's she?" She asked.

"Stella, this is Everly, Liam's sister."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Louis' girl." She shook my hand. "Let's go in the kitchen while the men talk." Her voice was soft and she was nice. She was tall, much taller than me. Her hair was long and blonde and had hazel eyes.

"So how come your here? Which one are you fucking?" She smiled.

"Excuse me?" I said nearly choking on the sip of water I took.

"Oh come on. Liam wouldn't bring his sister around this crap. You gotta be fucking one of them. Not Harry." She put her finger on her lips and thought. "Zayn? It's gotta be Zayn!"

I just gave her a wide eyed look. Why not Harry?

"I knew it. How was he?" She winked at me.

"I didn't have sex with Zayn?"

"Niall? Really?" She continued to guess.

I shook my head again.

"No way you had sex with Harry. You'd be out by now."

"I-I didn't-"

"Why didn't he kick you out by now?" She asked.

Harry came walking through the kitchen and opened the fridge door. "Who kick what out?" He asked unamused as he scrambled for a beer.

"Your girl. I thought you kicked them out when you're done." She nudged Harry.

He gave her an annoyed look and then brushed his arm. "First off its none of your fucking business. Secondly, who is my girl?"

"Everly?" Stella said more like a question rather than an answer.

He smiled. I don't think I've ever seen him smile. "Her?" He looked over at me. My own smile turned into a frown. "No." He said as his face returned to the emotionless expression it always had. He grabbed his beer and walked away.

"Wow. So what are you doing here?" Stella asked.

"I'm not even sure." I said staring at Harry's back as he made his way into the living room.

He was such a mystery to me, he was mean, scary, I had to know more about him. Why?