Polar Opposites

Chapter 27

Harry's POV---

"I'll be over in a bit." I click my phone shut, letting out a deep breath, allowing the quiet of my bedroom to surround me. My fucking jeans are extra tight from my hard on, the blue balls are fucking real.

I debate wanking off, but push the idea aside incase Nicole wants to fool around. I stand from my bed, grabbing a dirty shirt off my floor, something Nicole makes fun of me for often.

She's only been over a couple times, one being new years where I stole her underwear, and the other being  when she stayed over. My mother gushed over her, exaggerating over her beauty and kindness.

She'd be so good for you hun!

Your father would have loved her!

So sick of her always speaking for my father. My father's been dead 5 years.

Holy shit, 5 years..

5 years today actually.

My mother wanted to fly back home, sit around his grave as a "family" and fucking mope. I declined, and Gemma had work. She stayed home, and has been ignoring me since yesterday for declining her. The last thing I want to do is spend my weekend back in fucking England.

My view on it is I should get fucked up and raise a drink for him, while my mother feels we should pray and fucking wipe each others tears.

I'll pass.

I leave my room a mess, uninterested in presentation with nobody here.

The kitchen is vacant, and I can hear the television faintly in my mothers bedroom.

Probably home videos, some I've never seen, ones I refuse to watch.

It's a cold and rainy May evening, and I regret not grabbing a sweater from my floor. My car roars on, and the rain brings fog to my windows.

The drive is less than 15 minutes, and I've seemed to master the route, between driving Nicole home and hanging out with Niall.

I cant help but notice him being distant lately, making up every excuse.

'sorry man, I've got homework'

'sorry, already have plans.'

It gets to the point of not trying, when he repeatedly blows his best friend off. 

His car is in the driveway, and so is his mothers. I'm relieved my bag is still in my car, and I bring it with me, wanting to bring as little attention to myself when I walk through the door just after 5. 

The door opens with a creak, bringing eyes to look my way, 3 pairs of them as a matter of fact.

I cant help the look that comes to my face when I see Nicole's friend sitting with Niall on the couch, and the confusion that comes to Niall's

"Hey man, what are you doing here?" Niall sits back, taking a sip from a beer and placing it on the coffee table. Louis sits with his arms crossed, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. I ignore him.

"Uhm, homework." I hold up my Chemistry book, shyly waving at Mrs. Horan.

"Oh Harry so good to see you! Did you want some dinner? There's pot roast on the stove!" She stands, anxiously waiting for me to accept, her smile forceful.

"No thank you, I already ate." I smile, making my way up the stairs, leaving the tension behind me.

Nicole's door is shut, of course, and I cant help but notice the darkness In the hallway.

I hear her music vibrate through the door, bringing my nose to cringe in her shitty taste of music.

"Grab yourself a toothbrush dear...pack yourself your favorite blouse.."

Fucking gay.

I swing the door open without knocking, something she's come used to. She barely looks up, as she continue to fluff her hair in her mirror.

I walk to her ihome, unplugging her phone and plugging my own in.

"Excuse you, I was listening to that." I don't have to look her way to know she's staring at me with her eyes full of attitude and hands on her hips. I slide through my library, smiling at my song of choice.

Nicole's POV----

Harry looks up at me as his music fills the room, his dimples present as he smiles and closes his eyes, fully enjoying the music.

"What the fuck is this.." The sketchy swagadelic music brings relaxation yet concern to me.

"Pink Floyd." He looks my way for reassurance that I know what hes talking about, I don't.

"You know...Classical rock band...only one of the greatest of all time.." I shake my head, my lips forming a straight line.

"Wow, Your a fucking disgrace." I smile, as he turns the volume up. He makes his way to my bed, making himself at home as his head hits my pillow and his feet kick up. I cant help but feel my heart flutter at his enjoyment over the music, his head slowly swaying and his fingers drumming on his thighs.

I cringe as his boots remain on his feet, but ignore the impulse to yell at him.

'We don't need no education'

'We don't need no thought control'

"What the fuck is that Louis kid doing downstairs with your brother and mother?" I lean against my desk, avoiding eye contact as I'm unsure of what I should say.

Has Niall not told his best friend about Louis? Does Harry have any clue my brother is sleeping with him?

"I guess they hang out now." I shrug my shoulders, turning around to try and avoid making any faces. I'm terrible at lying, something I feel Harry is already aware of.

I look around my room for a distraction, but don't find one.

I turn to find Harry staring at my celing, apparently deep in thought.

"Whatcha thinking about?" His eye brows shoot toward me, but his head shakes no as he closes his eyes, bringing his arms behind his neck to position himself up.

"Not much, just my father loved this song, great for getting high to." I nod my head, slightly flattered he's mentioned his father, one he refused to talk of just months ago.

Before I can ask him anything, he speaks again.

"He died, 5 years ago today." I cant help my mouth drop open, as I stand uncomfortably with my hands to my side.

"Oh."

He nods, laying back down and closing his eyes. I'm unaware of what I should do, or what he wants me to do. This is the most open he's ever been with me, and I cant help the rosiness of my cheeks.

I think of things to say.

'I'm so sorry.'

'that sucks'

'do you wanna talk about it?'

But instead I walk over to the bed, sitting close to him on the edge.

His eyes open, as he tilts his head to my attention, remaining supine with his arms behind his neck.

My subconscious takes over, my heart begins to beat, as I lean down, planting a swift kiss on his lips, as I move my weight onto his chest.