Only You- A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 20: Pick Your Battles

"So can we do it all over again?"

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Chapter 20

Three months with Harry was a happy, blissful moment in time. We’d been together for such a short amount of time, yet it all so completely special. But while I was happy, happier than I’d ever been in my life, something definitely put a damper on it all.

Avery’s pregnancy was going smoothly. She was nine weeks, not too far from starting to show, but still able to hide it. She and Austin had mended their ways, and once a week or so they would go out on a date. He attended all her doctor’s visits, and she loved spending time with him. Only problem was that Austin now spent almost all his time here at the beach house, making it even more crowded and unbearable. The boys were gracious as always, but it never took long for someone’s temper to flare up and out of control.

“Jesus!” Niall swore loudly. “Who drank all the milk again?”

“Maybe it was you,” said Zayn snidely. “God knows you eat and drink all the food enough as it is.”

“Oh, sorry for breathing,” Niall snapped. He slammed the fridge shut and chucked an apple at Zayn before stomping off towards his room.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Zayn yelled, throwing the apple towards Niall’s retreating back. It hit him square in the shoulder blades, and he rotated slowly back to Zayn. Zayn smirked, and Niall looked thunderous.

“Watch it, asshole,” Niall spat, throwing the apple back at him, hard. Zayn easily sidestepped it, and it hit an innocently sat Liam in the forehead.

“Oy, watch it!” he snarled, rubbing the sore spot. “Cut the crap, Niall!”

“Seriously,” Harry said under his breath, pulling the orange juice from the fridge.

“Geez, thanks mate,” Niall said sardonically. He fully left the room now, slamming the door loudly to his bedroom. Austin came chuckling into the kitchen, and three pairs of narrowed eyes followed him.

“Wow, way to get him riled up this early in the morning.” Austin’s hair was tousled from sleep, and he wore no shirt, only a pair of low slung pajama pants. It was clear what Avery and him had been up to last night. I noticed, as did everyone else.

“Shut up,” Louis moaned, rubbing his temples. Austin chuckled again. “Seriously. Someone was being too loud, and I couldn’t sleep last night.”

“Oh, sorry about that,” Austin said good-naturedly. He honestly didn’t look very sorry at all.

“You ought to be,” Louis continued. “You kept Niall up as well. We’re both exhausted.”

“You coulda knocked on the wall or something, man,” Austin continued, honestly unaffected. He was pouring himself a glass of orange juice from the half empty carton.

“I could’ve, but I respect other people’s privacy.”

“Thanks man,” Austin said, nodding and taking a sip. Everyone held their breaths as Louis scowled.

“Only issue is, mate, that you make that damn hard to do when you don’t respect other people’s rights. Like the right to a good night’s sleep.”

“Oh, come on man. Don’t be like that.”

“Like what? Tired?”

“Jealous,” Austin laughed. “Just because your girlfriend’s back in the UK.”

“I’m far from jealous,” he said through his teeth. “I just want you to, next time, shut the fuck up.”

“Watch it, man,” Austin warned.