Equal Ice // Harry Styles AU

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Gabrielle’s POV

My eyes narrowed as he smirked at me. This couldn’t be the same person who was apprehensive to ask to give me a ride home yet now he is insisting he come into my house. He let himself in through the door that he easily kept open with one hand and I had struggled to close. He now let me close the door, no longer blocking me from shutting it as he walked inside.

“Nice place, little rich girl,” he said as he looked around, still standing in the entryway.

“Could you not call me that,” I said.

“Sure from the outside it looks like a regular average family house, but on the inside its like a mansion,” he said.

“It’s not a mansion,” I said back.

“Sure is decorated like one,” he said as he continued to look at the house, walking more into it now.

“So why does your dad have to work so much?” he asked as I followed him until he decided to stay in my kitchen.

“He’s got to pay the bills somehow,” I answered.

“Well what about your mom? What does she do?” he asked me, and I tensed up.

“Why do you ask so many questions?” I asked him, trying to hide my now uncomfortable state with him asking about my mom.

I know he’s only asked about my mom maybe three times, but it feels like a lot more.

“I was just asking what your mom does for a living, no need to get all defensive,” he said.

“Well what about you, what’s your mom’s job?” I asked him, trying to bring the topic onto him instead of me.

“No no, it doesn’t work like that, you need to answer the question first,” he told me as he took a seat at one of the barstools.

“I’d answer the question if I could, okay,” I said, as harsh as I intended to.

He opened he opened his mouth to start to retaliate on the matter, but quickly changed his mind.

“Okay, well my mom owns a small business, but she mostly is a stay at home mom,” he answered.

“So your dad pays all the bills too, yet your tormenting me about it,”

“We don’t live in a damn rich people neighborhood,” he replied.

“Where do you live then?” I asked him.

“Oh right I forgot you knew all the neighborhoods in England,” he answered sarcastically.

“You live in America now,” I reminded him.

“Yeah but my parents don’t,” he said as he played with the tassels on one of the place mats set on the counter.

“What did you run away or something?” I joked, trying to lighten up the mood a bit.

“No,” he slightly laughed, and then stopped.

“I’m living with my aunt,” he informed me.

“So your Tammy’s nephew,” I said as I grabbed two water bottle out of the fridge and placed one in front of him.

“Yeah, why, what’d she say about me?” he asked as he grabbed the plastic water bottle and began to open it.

“Nothing really, she just stops by the rink every now and then and I talked to her. She just said that a nephew of her’s was coming to stay with her for awhile and that he’d be at the rink a lot,” I said,