The Probability of Us [Harry Styles]

Chapter 20

I go into Harry's apartment and he's waiting on the sofa.

"Hey babe" Harry says, his voice is so soft. I love the way he calls me babe. I mean, my past boyfriends have called me babe before but I just love the way he calls me babe.

"Hey" I say, I'm trying not to make it obvious that I was crying.

"How is he?" Harry asks

"As good as a person with 6 weeks to live has I guess." I answer plainly. I don't want to give away too much Of the information to Harry, It's a family issue.

"Oh, Tessa, I'm always here for you okay? I will be your rock, I will try and help you through okay?" Harry says. I don't reply, I'm trying not to cry and it's obvious. "Are you hungry?" Harry asks, promptly changing the depressing subject.

"I guess" I lie. I'm not hungry at all but I need to eat.

Harry orders us up some pizza and I sit on his sofa quietly. I hear my phone buzz and it's my mum again.

To: Tessa

From: Mother

Hello Tessa. Come home tonight. I'm sorry you found out that way. I'm always going to be your mother, remember that.

My mothers text annoys me. I'm not coming home, not tonight anyway. I just need time away from her and all the shit she puts me through. All my life she has made plans for me, I'm sick of it. She needs to understand that I need to go and do my own things. I want to write the book of my life, I don't want it to already been written by my mother.

*Flashback- Tessa age 16*

"Tessa how was school my dear?" My mother asks

"It was great thank you" I say in response.

"Well that's good! I finished writing your applications to UNSW!" She says

"Mum... I don't want to go to UNSW?" I say

"Tessa?" my mum whispers "We've always planned that your going to Uni there... we've always agreed that?"

"No, Mother, you always planned that I would go there." I say, raising my voice.

"Your getting more disappointing by the day Theresa-Marie Black" She sighs.

*End of Flashback*

The pizza arrives and Harry and I sit down and eat at the table.

"How was your day" I ask Harry, my voice still soft, filled with sadness.

"It was good, I keep getting questions about you in interviews" he says and I blush.

"Like what?" I say curiously.

"Like, 'is that your girlfriend' and stuff" Harry replies

"What do you say back" I ask

"That it's personal" Harry says. I'm glad he doesn't talk about me in interviews. it would be bad if this didn't go anywhere, I hope it does though.

"That's good" I reply.

We finish the pizza and Harry gets a phone call, he says this might be urgent so of course he can go and take the call.

As he takes the phone call I hear snippets of the conversation. 'no, I can't do that' I hear Harry say. 'No! Can't you push it back??' I hear him say again.

The conversation Harry is having makes me curious. He seems pretty worked up about something I'm just not sure what.

When the phone call is over Harry sits next to me on the sofa, looking really worried.