Living with Styles

three

I've been sitting in my room since we got back from the store. Harry hasn't made one attempt at talking to me.

I'm insanely hungry, so I decide to go downstairs and quickly grab some food. It's already 8:30 and I haven't eaten dinner. I'm already dressed in my spaghetti strap tank top and short shorts that I wear to bed.

As I pass the living room, Harry is sitting on the couch, watching TV. He turns and sees me, "Please put some clothes on." He cringes. "I don't need to see that much of you."

"These are my pajamas, dipthong." I open the fridge.

"Well, it's only 8:30, so I just assumed"-

"Don't assume things." I cut him off. "It only makes an ass out of you and me."

"Why are you so mad at me?" He asks. His face looks genuine.

"I have every right to be mad at you, Harold." I open a jar of peanut butter.

"It's Harry, and no, you don't." He stands up.

I look up at him and meet his eyes. "Yes, I do." I snap back at him.

He tries talking to me, but I don't listen and just make my sandwich.

I take my plate and say, "Goodnight, Harold."

-

*Harry's POV*

I just got back from England and my sister hates me. How is this ever going to work? I have to watch her. I have to take care of her. She's my responsibility now. But how am I supposed to do that when she'll barely talk to me? I let mom down once, and I won't do it again. But Bella is just so difficult.

I walk up to Bella's room and knock on her door. I don't know why, but I feel like I should talk to her. Bonding time maybe?

I wait a couple seconds and get no answer. I knock again. I can see light in the crack under her door, so I know she's awake.

"What?" I hear a muffled voice say.

It sounds like she's been crying.

"I- um- I have to ask you a question." I make something up on the spot. "Can I please come in."

"I don't know, can you?" What is she? An English teacher?

"May I please come in."

I hear papers being scrapped up and what sounds like a type of box being rubbed against the floor.

"Fine."

I walk in and see a light pink room with band and movie posters all over the walls. It's very well organized, as well.

"What do you want?" She snaps as she rubs her eyes.

Oh, right. I came in here to ask her a 'question.'

"I- uh- I was wondering, um...oh yeah. How is your hair blonde when everyone else in our family had brown hair? And I remember you had brown hair when I last saw you."

"What kind of question is that?"

"A valid one."

"It doesn't matter." She snaps again.

"Yes, it does." I say firmly. "Now, would you just tell me? Did you bleach it? Dye it?"

She sighs and we sit in silence for a moment. "I dyed it."

"Thank you, that's all I wanted to know." I walk out of the room and hop into my bed that I haven't slept in for years.

-

*Bella's POV*

I rub my eyes as I wake up. It's Friday. I yawn and take a deep sniff of the air. I smell bacon. Why do I smell bacon? Is Harry making breakfast?

I get dressed in some black leggings and a white crop top. The top is a size too big, so only part of my torso shows. I don't want to brush my hair, so I just put my knotty curls into a messy bun.

I walk downstairs and see Harry in a white t-shirt, at the stove. Cooking the sizzling bacon.

"Make yourself something to eat." He orders.

"I can't cook." I reply.

"Pour some cereal, then." His voice is somewhat monotone.

"I don't like any of the cereal we have."

"Good heavens, eat an apple." He throws one over his shoulder without looking away from the stove.

I catch the apple and look it over. "There's a bruise on this one."

"Why do you have to be so difficult?!" He turns around. "Eat around the bruise."

He picks up the pan and puts bacon on a plate. He sits down at the table and starts eating.

"No bacon for me? Thanks." I say as sarcastically as I can possibly be.

"You didn't ask."

"I didn't have the chance to."

"Well, maybe if you didn't sleep in so late, you would of." He snaps.

I roll my eyes and throw my half eaten apple in the trash.

"Don't you have school or something?" He looks up from his plate.

"I take online classes, idiot."

"Well, how am I supposed to know that?"

"You would know if you never left." My face flushes as I realize what just came out of my mouth. Tears fill my eyes and I run up to my room, locking the door.