Hot (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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            My mother was prodding my cheek with a bony finger. Safe to say that it was extremely annoying.

            I swatted her away and grumbled before trying my best to make myself comfortable in the moon chair.

            “Aria,” she whispered.

            “What?” I whispered back.

            “What are you doing?”

            Was she stupid?

            “Sleeping mother. Go away,” I said, waving my hand at her, dismissing her. I was getting more and more awake with every passing second.

            “You’re on your chair…and there’s someone in your bed…”

            She didn’t check?

            “It’s Harry,” I groaned.

            “You’re not sleeping with him?”

            God.

            Please, this couldn’t be happening.

            “Mother,” I said, sitting up to face her properly, “No. I am not. I barely know him, I wouldn’t even think about…”

            She waved her hand at me to silence my tired voice.

            “I mean, he took the bed but made you sleep on this stupid chair?” she clarified. I got a better look at her and saw that she was in her work suit, hair neatly pulled back and makeup flawlessly put on. She was kneeling by my chair, whispering as to not wake the sleeping figure in my bed. Though I doubted that anything could wake him from the deep slumber he seemed to be in, mouth open, soft snores emerging.

            But I was glad she didn’t insinuate that I behave more like a sleaze.  

            “I told him to sleep there.”

            “We have guest rooms,” she replied. That was true, we had many more rooms in this house.

            I frowned at her.

            “Did something happen to him?” she said.

            I sighed and stared at her before deciding to go with the truth.

            “He came over. Late last night…” I started.

            “I heard someone last night…but I didn’t think it was him?” she wondered out loud, interrupting my explanation. I rolled my eyes and continued.

            “It was him mother. He was drunk. And high. We got into…we were talking yesterday about some things….I learned that…I just…it’s a misunderstanding?”

            She raised her eyebrow at me.

            “Misunderstanding? Really? And he got drunk and high because of that?” Her voice was biting and sharp, she wasn’t buying any bullshit excuse I would try and conjure.

            “I found out some things about him that aren’t super pleasant,” I replied a bit more stoically than intended.

            She snorted.

            “I doubt a kid moved over from another country is going to have the most pleasant histories. Especially when he’s come so late into school,” she said fiddling with the watch on her wrist.