Confusing and Wrong [ Harry Styles ]

Chapter 17

After being kicked out of that room by an asshole named Harry, I sit alone in the living room watching t.v with a bowl of popcorn resting on my crossed legs. The unknown room was quite cool actually. It had a large television with surround sound and many red leather bean bag chairs. There was also a fancy pool table and air hockey and a mini fridge. It was the ultimate man cave. I'll have to check it out later when Harry and his friends aren't there.

I hear the front door open so I instinctively turn my head to look and see Ben with a couple grocery bags. I return my focus back on The Big Bang Theory not wanting to help Ben put whatever he bought away.

"Acelyn could you help me please?" Damn it Ben.

"No. I'm comfortable and I'm eating." I shove popcorn in my mouth and wrap my blanket tighter around my shoulders to prove what I said.

I hear Ben mumble incoherent things as he picks up the bags and walks off into the kitchen while I smile in victory. He's a fucking push over. Good job Mom.

I hear what sounds like glass shattering and I run to the kitchen to see pickles, juice and glass pooling at Ben's feet. I cover my mouth to keep my giggle in and grab the broom for Ben. There is no way in hell I'm cleaning up someone else's mess.

"Thanks." He says sharply grabbing the broom from my hands. He looks pissed. Guess it's time to leave.

I round the corner back into the living and I bump into something solid. Definitely not a wall. I look up to see Harry.

"What was that noise?" His eyebrows are frowned in confusion and curiousness.

"You're dad being a clutz." I say trying not to laugh.

"It wouldn't have happened if you would have helped me Acelyn!" Ben yells from the kitchen. I laugh walking around Harry and jump over the back of the couch landing softly on my blanket and the plush leather cushions.

"You know, you should try being less of a bitch." I turn my head to see Harry standing behind the couch.

"You should try being less of a douche. So until then, I will be a bitch all I want."

"I can't fucking stand-" His voice is cut out by my loud headphones being put in my ears.

He pulls one out and I'm tempted to smack the shit out of him, I'm growing irritated every second he is around me.

"You wanna not do that?" I snap putting the earbud back in. My head nods to the beat and I begin to relax, my eyes fluttering shut slightly.

This time my whole phone is ripped out of my hands along with the earbuds being pulled from my ears as Harry runs away.

"Harry you fucking prick!" I jump over the couch and run after him. "Harry give me my phone!" I keep running, getting closer. He turns into the man cave room and he lets out a girlish scream when he turns to see I'm close behind him. He tosses my phone to Up-Do thinking I'll go after him instead, but jokes on him. I run and knock him over onto a unoccupied bean bag chair unfortunately. I straddle his waist and pin his arms by his sides with my knees. I place my hands beside his head and lean into his ear.

"Touch my phone again, and I will punch you in the fucking throat." I can feel him trying not to laugh at my threat, but I ignore it and retrieve my phone from Zayn. "Thanks." I turn around and walk towards the door but I'm stopped by a voice I'm not quite familiar with yet.

"Why don't you stay and hangout with us?" I look back and see everyone looking at me.

"Yeah it'd be fun. I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind would he?" I think it was Louis. I look at Harry still lying on top of the bean bag staring at the ceiling.