You Make It Real (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) {EDITING}

Chapter 70

HARRY’S P.O.V.

The day that Piper’s family arrived with Riley and Karen went by quickly. Everyone spent most of their time unpacking and trying to relax. After a few hours of us catching up, Karen gathered Andy’s things and brought them to her room so that they could spend some time together. While I felt melancholy about Andrea spending some time away from me after our time together, I was also exuberant at the prospect of having more alone time with Piper. We could have morning sex without waking up at six to do it.

It’s the little things.

“Babe, cuddle with me.”

I had thought Piper was already sleeping when I got into bed after helping Karen put Andy down for the night. I grinned to myself and rolled over in the dark to pull Piper close to my body.

“Sorry, love; I thought you were sleeping.”

I kissed her forehead and brought her head to my chest where she usually laid. She rested one hand on my abs and brushed her thumb softly over the inked moth there.

“S’alright. Did Andy go down easy?”

I nodded and breathed in the familiar scent of her hair.

“Yeah, she passed out real quick. She had too much excitement for one day.”

Piper took a deep breath and I could feel her body moving away from me slightly.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’s happy to have both of her parents at the same time.”

Her words were more like mumbles with her lips pressed against my shoulder. I could still catch the tinge of jealousy in her voice.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

I trailed my hand down her back and pulled her closer to me again.

“Nothing, Harry. Sorry, I’m just tired.”

Yeah, right. If I knew anything about women, it was that ‘just tired’ meant that she was sincerely upset about something.

“Don’t lie to me, Piper. I know you’re upset about something.”

She sighed and pulled away from me completely, rolling over to face the opposite side of the bed.

“Piper, please-“

“Harry, I said I’m just tired. Let me sleep.”

“No, you might be tired, but that isn’t all of it. Be honest with me, please.”

I scooted closer to her and as soon as I placed my hand on her arm, she pushed the covers off of her and stood up, wearing only her lacy blue panties. I sat up in bed and watched her find her robe on the nearby couch and slide it on.

“Piper, talk to me!”

“Harry, I’m fine. I just- I’m gonna go see Riley. We haven’t talked since she got here.”

My jaw dropped as she walked toward the door. I was at a loss for words, entirely thrown by her behavior. When she walked out of the bedroom, it hit me that she was actually leaving without telling me what was bothering her. I threw the sheets off of me and stood up, following her in my tight black briefs.

“Sweetheart, wait! What’s going on?”

She turned around and I saw the glint of tears in her eyes. I rested my hands on her shoulders and grasped her attention.

“Harry, just let me go! I’ll be back; I just- I need to talk to my friend. Is that too much to ask?”

She snapped and I pulled my hands away, taken aback by her outburst.