The Outsiders (Harry Styles)

Chapter 20

*Warning about chapter again. 13+*

At around three, I hear the doorbell ring and instantly know it's Harry. I can't believe my mom is making me do this. I open the door for him and find that's his eyes are laid onto his phone.

"You ready?" He looks up. Asshole.

"Yeah." I walk after him and into his car. I must say, his car isn't half bad. For a greaser. It's new and it's not ugly at all.

"Are we actually going to the park? Or are you taking me to some club?" I ask him and he smirks.

"I'm taking you to my house," he tells me.

"What?" I reply. Sodapop and the rest of the guys probably hate me. Why would we go there?

"No, I have a small house down by the river. I used the money my parents left me to buy it. I don't go there much because it's kind of lonely." He explains. Why didn't he tell me this?

"Seriously?" I laugh.

"Wait, is it true?" He suddenly turns to me after he pulls the car out of the driveway.

"What?" I ask. I'm confused.

"Is it true about Niall and Amanda?" He asks.

"Yeah, she called me this morning. It's weird." I tell him and he nods. "Where did you hear?"

"Niall told us but we thought he was lying." He explains.

"You were absolutely insane last night. And now that you're sober, I can give you a lecture." He tells me and I roll my eyes.

"I wasn't that drunk."

"Yeah you fucking were. You were on a pool table making out with some guy." he says roughly.

"You were having sex on a wall," I fight back.

"Chill out, I was just kissing her." Why should I care anyways? Why was I jealous? It's so weird and I can't get my mind straight. We stop at Harry's segregated house. It's a cute house, not too small, not too big. It's pretty. When we get out of the car he takes my hand and leads me to his door.

"You know, I really don't appreciate you lying to my mom like that." I tell him, again.

"Relax Cherry." He rolls his eyes at me. His usual gesture.

"Don't do it again. I'm telling her you're a greaser. She's obsessed with you." I tell him as he unlocks his front door. We walk inside and I'm amazed at how clean it is.

"Whatever." He drops his keys onto the table.

"Do the guys know about this?" I ask him as I look around.

"Yeah, I just don't let them in because I know they'll ruin the house." He plops down on the couch.

"Who cleans it?" I sit down next to him.

"Me." He says. Wow. I nod.

"Have you taken any girls here?" I sit down on his black leather couch.

'No, I bearly even come here." he explains, "anyways, do you still think I'm using you?" he sits next to me.

"A bit." I look at him and he sighs.

"I'm not. Stop thinking like that."

"It's just, when you said those things about your relationships.." I start.

"That's different." he shakes his head.

"How?" I attack and he opens his mouth but no words come out.