Polar Opposites

Chapter 17

Nicole's POV

"I feel soooo much better." I rub the towel on my wet hair, soaking up the excess water. Harry sits on my bed, a book on his lap and a coke in his hand. He looks up quickly, nodding his head as he continues to read. I took a load ton of tums, ate my soup, and drank the sprite Harry got me. I was skeptical as to why he was here, let alone taking care of me.

I tighten my sweat pants, loving the extra room and comfort they give. My tshrirt is loose, and much cleaner than my previous one.

"Thanks for today, you didn't have to do that." He nods, trying to bring as little attention from the day as possible.

"Do you want to have sex?" My eyes go wide from my words, as I've barely thought about them myself. His eyes lift from his book, his face still casual and showing little interest.

"The taste of throw up and food poisoning isn't really my fortay." I can't help but feel embarrassed, kicking myself for being so blunt.

"But don't worry, that time will come.

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Maine's cold weather continues to be brutal, as the temperature continues to decrease and the snow fall climbs, bringing foot after foot and snow day after snow day. I don't mind, especially with seniors not having to make up days.

My house is quiet once Saturday night, and Lou isn't answering my phone calls. I sigh, twiddling my thumbs and starring at the ceiling. I can't help myself when I grab my phone, clicking to Harry's name and sending a message.

*You busy?" *

I feel pathetic when he reads my text afterward, leaving me read. I sign, putting on another episode of breaking bad.

*im free in an hour, I'll come pick you up.* I can't help but be surprised by his answer, and grow nervous for him taking me somewhere again. I grab a pair of skinny jeans, and throw on an oversized sweatshirt. I can't help but feel self conscious, and I'm not sure if I should dress up or try a little harder. I let my curls fall, throwing a white scarf on over my sweater. I'd like to believe I look causal, yet cute.

My mother is in the kitchen, and I try my best to avoid any attention, but fail.

"Where are you going?" She doesn't look up from her paperwork.

"Out." I can't help but grow annoyed at her questioning, since she never cares of what I do.

"It's snowing, and you need to do the dishes." I roll my eyes, knowing I've done the dishes everyday this week.

"It's only flurries, and I'll do them when I get home." I go to turn, but the sound of a smash and her yell stops me.

"Damn it Nicole can you ever just listen!" My mouth is open, as she stands from her seat with her palms against the wood. Her eyes wide, and anger visible on her face.

"Mom I-"

"No, you just love to piss me off. I'm your mother, your the kid, you listen to what I tell you. You always find ways to give me a hard time. Damn it can't you be more like Niall." She slams her chair against the wooden table, avoiding any eye contact.

I hear a car horn outside, and I ignore her pleads for me to stay home.

I regret her making me feel so little, so down before I get in the car, but I do my best to act fine.

Harry's POV

"You okay?" The cars been silent for minutes, and her gaze remains out the window. All I get is a nod of her head and a forced smile. Should I keep asking? I don't fucking know, I usually don't deal with girls bullshit.