Confusing and Wrong [ Harry Styles ]

Chapter 13

The sound of boxes being shuffled around, demands being shouted out, and beeping of trucks backing in the driveway fill the neighbourhood.

It's finally the day of the move. The day my mom and I move in with Ben and Harry and start a new chapter in our lives. A new chapter that involves romance, bickering, stress and sorrow.

Yesterday was a normal day at school except the fact that Harry would actually wave to me in the halls and at lunch he sat with me. I still don't know what we are and I'm confused as hell, but I really like this Harry and I hope he doesn't leave anytime soon.

"Acelyn bring out some of the kitchen boxes to the truck," I nod at Ben and make my way to the kitchen picking up 2 boxes. They're quite heavy but I don't feel like making more trips than I have to. I'd rather cut off my toes than make 10 trips when I could make 5.

I hand him the boxes and head back in grabbing 2 more. I make a couple trips before my arms feel like jello. I decide to take a break and walk inside to find my mom and see how's she's doing. She got sick yesterday and kept throwing up, she hasn't eaten anything in more than 24 hours.

I walk into her room and see her curled up in her bed. That's one piece of furniture we haven't packed up quite yet.

I walk around her bed to the other side where she is facing. Her eyes are closed and soft snores are coming from her. Her face looks paler than usual and I don't like it at all. She needs to eat something, anything even if it's just a little piece of toast. Anything will be sufficient.

I find a box of food in the kitchen and pull out the butter, a knife, and bread. I set them on the counter and look through another box to find the toaster. I place a piece of bread in the toaster and wait for it to toast.

"Hungry?" I turn around to see Harry walking in the kitchen. He's sweaty from lifting boxes all morning and his curls are disheveled, he looks cute to say the least.

"No, I'm making my mom toast. She hasn't eaten since yesterday," I respond checking on the toast. Harry props himself up on the counter top and uses the bottom if his shirt to wipe away the sweat that is resting upon his forehead. The bottom part of his abdomen is showing as he lifts his shirt and I can't help but stare. He drops his shirt and I immediately look away and start picking my nails.

"Um. I think you're burning your moms toast.."

"Oh shit," I press the cancel button and the bread pops up and to my dismay, it is burnt. "Fuck." I toss the burnt toast out and grab a fresh piece of bread.

"Third times the charm I guess," I hear Harry say.

"Excuse me but this is the second." I pull the little lever that makes the toast go down and face Harry.

"Well 'second times the charm' doesn't sound right," He defends sliding off the counter. I nod in agreement and he walks over to the radio turning it on. The beginning notes of 'Teenage Dirtbag' comes on and he turns to me with a big smile.

"Oh god," I laugh at his expression and check on my toast. It's done so I start buttering it.

"Her name is Acelyn," Harry starts singing and I laugh at his lyric change. "I have a dream about her. She rings my bell, I got gym class in half an hour," He starts walking over to me continuing to sing. His voice is beautiful.

"Oh how she rocks, in jeans and her Docs," He points to my jeans and Doc Martens and I burst into laughter. He grabs my waist and puts his head on my shoulder "But she doesn't know who I am," He lets go of me and I watch him curiously placing the butter knife down. His face turns into a pout and I get really confused. "And she doesn't give a damn about me."