Menace (Harry Styles Dark Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirteen - "You look really good from this position".

My words were caught in my throat as Harry stood firmly where he was, holding me in place. The fact that my mother was standing in the doorway, mouth wide open and her eyes taking in the scene in front of her didn't bother him in the slightest.

"Well?!" My mother spluttered out, placing a couple of shopping bags on the floor, before her eyes returned to me, then to Harry but finally landed on me, searching for an explanation.

"This is Harry?" I said, unsure of myself and it came out sounding more like a question than a fact. Harry suppressed a laugh and his features softened a great deal at my awkwardness. Of course he'd get a kick out of this.

"You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend, Layla. And would you mind stepping away from my daughter just for a moment, Harry." My eyes widened at my mother's words, I was sure if anyone else were to speak to Harry like that they'd get a kick up the arse from him.

And then the unexpected happened.

"Of course Mrs Paxton. And no, I am not Layla's boyfriend, although I do intend to get to know her a lot more."

As he finished his sentence he looked back at me, now a few steps away from me, yet my back was still pressed against the wall, even without Harry's weight pressing me to it.

The look in his eyes told me that last part was directed more at me than for my mother's information, but I could hardly comprehend.

In all the time I've known Harry - which is an incredibly short period of time - this is possibly the nicest I've ever seen him act towards someone other than himself.

"I see. Well then, would you like a drink or were you just leaving?" My mother asked, her interrogation clearly not over.

"A drink would be great, thanks." What? What on earth was he doing? I wanted him out of my house. This was going completely against my solution to ignore him, in fact it was the total opposite. "You don't mind me staying do you, Layla?"

Harry's question caught me off guard, and I blinked a couple of times to process what he had just said. Actually Harry, I do mind. See, I think I'm falling for you and if you do stay my mother will never let me hear the end of it, but at the same time I want to spend as much time with you as possible. I want to know everything about you and get to know you better than anyone else.

"N-no. I don't have any work to do." I answered simply, and I looked over to my mother to see her smiling softly.

"Well then, I'll put the kettle on." My mum announced, shutting the front door behind her and carrying her bags past Harry and I and into the kitchen.

"Would you like some help unpacking those?" Harry asked just as my mum entered the kitchen.

Who was this guy and what the fuck had he done with the one who forced his way into my bedroom last night?

"Oh no I've got it, thank you though Harry." I heard my mum call, before Harry looked down at me and smiled.