Only You- A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 16: Who Do You Think You Are?

"And I'll be gone, gone tonight. The ground beneath my feet is open wide. The way that I've been holding on too tight, with nothing in between."

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Chapter 16

Two months with Harry came in no time at all. We were so happy together, so seemingly perfect for each other that it felt like absolutely nothing could go wrong. It was like while everything else in my life kind of sucked, everything from Avery and the baby to Clarissa taking over my house, Harry was the constant. Harry was this rock that was strong and faithful and oh so wonderful.

It was ten weeks with Harry. Ten amazing weeks. And I was oh so happy.

“Baby,” Harry said softly. I moaned gently into his chest. We were supposed to be watching a movie before dinner, but I was slowly falling asleep. “Baby,” he said more insistently.

“Mm,” I grunted, snuggling deeper into his chest. “Five more minutes.”

“Babe, you said that five minute ago,” he laughed. I shot up and glared menacingly at him.

“What did I tell you about calling me babe?” I threatened. His eyes were alight with humor and he was wearing his signature cheeky grin.

“Something about you not liking it? I don’t know though… I think it suits you,” he murmured, putting his hands on my waist and pulling me onto my lap. I smirked at him, straddling his waist.

“I don’t think so, sweetie,” I said sarcastically. He laughed and pulled me closer to him, hugging me to his chest.

“Mm. We’ll see.”

He went in for a kiss, but I leaned back and looked at him as if I were disgusted. He put a fake pout on his lips, but loosened his grip.

“Aww, no kiss for the babe?” he asked me. I rolled my eyes.

“I hate that word.”

“I know,” he laughed. He let me go. “Now come on. We’re gonna be late for dinner with your dad.”

I rolled my eyes and climbed off of his lap. I slid my feet into my boots and brushed the tangles out of my hair before standing up off of the couch. Harry had pulled on his shoes and jacket and was waiting by the door with his keys. I took his hand and he led me out to the car to head over to my house.

When we pulled into the driveway, I hesitated before getting out of the car. I groaned to myself and put my head in my hands.

“I don’t wanna do this,” I moaned. Harry laughed.

“It might be better if you hadn’t essentially told Clarissa to go fuck herself.”

“Oh shut up,” I grumbled, stepping out of the car. Harry took my hand, and together we walked into the house.

When we got inside, soft music was playing over the speakers. There was an open bottle of wine on the table, one wine glass, and three other place settings. Avery was already seated at the table, as was my father, but fortunately there was no Clarissa in sight. Harry and I silently took our seats.

“Hi Daddy,” I said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. He smiled stiffly and looked at Harry with raised eyebrows. I ignored it. He’d sprung Clarissa on us with no warning whatsoever, so I felt perfectly fine with springing Harry’s presence on him whenever I felt obligated.

“Hello, Alexis. Lovely of you both to join us,” he said icily. I rolled my eyes and sprinkled pepper on my salad, spearing a cucumber and taking a small bite.