IMPERFECT // H.S.

chapter10

Bella's POV

I pull away realizing what is happening. It's not like it was a bad feeling. It's that he just agreed to be friends and here I am attacking him.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that," I nervously squeak. I look into his piercing green eyes which have now softened. "I wasn't thinking and..." I add getting cut off by Harry.

"It's fine, you don't always have to explain yourself, you know?" He slurs, his words becoming hard to understand. I feel myself doing the same.

"No, for real, I shouldn't have done that," I try to make out, hoping he can understand my words. I look at him trying to make out his expression. He turns to face me.

"Honestly, Bella, it's fine," he laughs looking back up at the sky. He's just playing this off like it never happened. I, on the other hand, am trying to keep myself from running away from embarrassment.

I wonder what my mom and her new fiancé are doing. Not worrying about me, that's for sure. I don't want to go back tonight. The thought of it makes a wave of anger come over me.

"I don't know if I should go back there tonight or just  go get a hotel," I sigh, looking at Harry, who has now brought his attention back to me.

"You could stay here," he gestures to his house. There's no way I could stay here. I've already did enough damage.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea," I assure as he turns his body to face me.

"Come on Bella, it's not like that. Hell, you're annoying as shit, be happy I offered," he teases and I roll my eyes in response. I guess it couldn't be that bad. I'll just sleep on the couch, no harm done, right?

"Okay, I guess," I know this is crazy but I'll do anything to keep me from having to go back to the house. I don't want to be there while mother and David are doing God knows what. The thought of it makes my blood boil. I quickly erase the thought from my head.

"Well then, lets go," he states standing from the bench, throwing the scotch bottle back into the bush. Wait, I have no clothes.

"I have no clothes Harry. I can't stay with no clothes," I point out. I don't want to go back and get them neither. Damn it.

"You can just borrow mine," he assures me, practically pushing me through the door frame. I assume to keep me from getting a chance to deny him.

I walk into Harry's nice sized home and I notice a woman wearing a head scarf sitting on the couch. Harry's mother, I hope.

"Harry?...who's this?" She questions her son with a small, tired smile. Her smile is gorgeous, she is gorgeous. It suddenly hits me. She must have cancer, her floral head scarf is tied around her head delicately.

"Mum, this is my friend, Bella," he gestures toward me. Her smile gets brighter.

"Oh, hello Bella," she beams. She looks at me, a second admiring me.

"Hello, Mrs. Styles," I smile back at her. She laughs.

"Oh, please darling, call me Anne," she smiles. She is so polite, so unlike Harry. Although he looks so much like her.

"Okay, well I'll let you two have your women talk. I'm just gonna leave before you start setting up a nail appointment" Harry interrupts. Typical Harry to always have something snarky stored away to fire at someone when needed. Which is always for Harry.