Fate - Harry Styles

chapter - 3

I have been awake for the past 2 hours, just being the lazy person i am, not really bothered to get up. I don't really start work until next week so i'm just going to be spending this week exploring Alabama. That reminds me, how am i going to leave the house if i don't have a key?

I jump out of bed and stroll out of my room hoping Harry hasn't gone out. I don't really want to look through the rooms because then i would be invading Harry's privacy,plus i wouldn't like it if someone went into my room without me knowing. 

"Harry?" I call out, but i don't get any reply. Great he's gone, i'm stuck here for today then.

My father told me to call him when i land, but i  completely forgot about it then. I went back into my room and grabbed my phone from under my pillow, one thing i need to buy is a Little night stand. I quicky dialled my father's number and called him.

After one ring, he picked up.

"Alex, honey, why didn't you call me yesterday, is everything fine?" As if he cared anyways.

"Yes father,everything is fine, i didn't call you yesterday because it just slipped my mind." 

"Okay honey as long as everything is okay, how's the apartment?" 

"It's amazing really, i love everything about apart from Harry" I confessed

"Harry...who's Harry?" He asked.

"He's the guy i'm sharing the apartment with, he's such an arse hole"

"If he troubles you then just tell me and i'll talk some sense into that jerk, i might not be in the same country but-" I cut him off.

"Oh, wait there's someone at the door, sorry, bye father, love you" I lie and quickly decline the phone call.

The thing about my father is he just gets too over board in being protective sometimes and then sometimes he doesn't give a shit about me. He's really bipolar.

I decide to go and have a nice really long shower too use up some time before Harry comes back home. 

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"That felt nice" I mutter to myself as i wrap my body with my towel and walk out of the bathroom. As soon as i turn around i come face to face with Harry. I quickly look down and clench my towel tighter around me. He could've at least made some noise notifying me that i was no longer home alone, but no. 

"Hey" he breathes but doesn't move from in front of me. I could literally feel his gaze on me. 

"Hey" I mutter back still not looking up at him. God would he just budge to the side, he's making this really awkward.

"Can you move please?" I ask finally meeting his fetching eyes.

"Oh,um,yeah sure,s-sorry" He stuttered and hurriedly moved out of my way and to the side while i basically ran into my room.

I locked the door behind me, just in case he might nip in, better be safe than sorry.

After barely any consideration i finally chose to go with a simple grey sweater that had little black hearts printed on it diagonally and some navy blue wash jeans. 

I un locked my door and strolled into the living room to find Harry stretched out on one of the sofas with a brown blanket on top of him and watching tv nonchalantly.

Why the hell was he watching keeping up with the kardashians, out of every single thing that is shown on tv he decides to watch this shit. 

I decide to keep my point of view in as i sit on the sofa to the side. He briefly looks at me and then back at the tv. If he's not going to start the conversation then i am. 

"I need to get to know Alabama if i'm going to be working here therefore i want my key"  I blurted out.  He didn't say anything. He just stood up and took out a small key from his back pocket and handed it to me.

"Here" he said bluntly and tucked himself in comfortably.  I'm not going to even thank him.

We just sat there in silence watching the shitty tv series.

"Harry, open the fucking door now" Someone boomed from the front door. 

We exchanged glances and he stood up with anxiety and made his way cautiously towards the door.