Possessive

Chapter 15

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(Adelaide's POV)

I still cannot believe Harry opened up to me a couple nights ago. I just want to hold him and protect him and never let him go.

Harry finally let me in his room. It wasn't anything like I imagined. I pictured it dark and gloomy like his personality was when we first met but it's nothing like that. It's actually bright and beautiful. It's painted a light blue color with a gold colored bed spread. He has a large picture of him and Gemma over his bed. He has framed pictures of his mom and him, of just his mom and just Gemma. But none of him with his father which is to be expected. He doesn't even have a family picture with him. I at least thought he may have that because his mom and Gemma would be in that with him, but no.

He doesn't want me to bring up what he told me. He wants me to forget as he has tried to do in the past. I feel bad for bringing it up. The comfortable silence that would happen between Harry and I is starting to feel tense. In the silence we're both thinking about the unforgettable. Where before I would think about how unfair and unreasonable Harry is. And he would think whatever was on his mind that day wether it was myself or his work.

"Adelaide babe, you don't have to look so sexy tonight." He says walking up wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Well thank you for that compliment but I like what I'm wearing."

"Ok suit your self." He says starting to walk out of the bathroom where I'm straightening my hair.

"Harry, can Kaitlyn stay the night soon?"

"If that's what you want, then I don't care." He smiles before leaving me alone again.

I place my hair straightener down and just stare at my appearance. I have changed a lot in my time with Harry. The person I was months ago would have never worn anything like what I have worn recently. It seems that when I went shopping with Harry that first time, and then again with Kaitlyn I didn't buy to many full shirts. I seem to wear a lot of crop tops.

It's starting to get cold I need more clothes. It's the beginning of November. This is the first year I won't celebrate thanksgiving with my family. Harry won't even celebrate it at all. I wonder if my family will celebrate it like they normally do, just without me.

I miss my mom and Aileen a lot, but dad is a different story. Don't get me wrong I love my dad and always have, he is just difficult. I have a feeling he will blame me whenever he comes to get me. He will say 'if you didn't go out with your sister this never would have happened.' He always finds a way to blame other people.

This is not entirely his fault but it's not mine either. I was not standing at that the club with a sign that says I'm Victor Blake's daughter come take me please Harry Styles.

When Harry and I went to his gangs club the first time the boys wanted to be with him when he got me. He told them he just went a head and got me while he was in America. He said it would be weeks before he would be able to again. He was going to do it no matter what. It's definitely not my fault that it happened while I was out.

I not gonna lie being with Harry has been fun. I have done things I would have never done at home. Especially done things with Harry I would have never done at home.

"Adelaide, are you almost ready?" Harry yells from downstairs.

"Yes I'm getting my shoes on now." I shout back to him.