Living with Styles

seven

*Bella's POV*

Saturday morning.

I get out of bed and get dressed for my morning run.

I open the door and right before I stepped outside, I remembered how upset Harry got when I went and didn't tell him.

"Harry!" I yell. No answer. He must still be sleeping.

I walk up to his room and open the door. Harry's laying on his bed, sound asleep.

I find a piece of paper and a pen and write him a note, careful not to wake him up.

Harry-

I went on my morning run. Be back in an hour or so.

-Bella

I walk back outside and start my run.

*Harry's POV*

I wake up and notice a pink sticky note on my nightstand.

My lips turn into a half smile as I read it. I'm glad she remembered to tell me before she left.

I get out of bed and take a long, hot shower.

I start singing 'Isn't She Lovely' by Stevie Wonder as I wash myself.

"I didn't know you could sing." Bella startles me.

"Why are you in the bathroom?! Get out! I'm showering!!" I say.

"I needed to brush my teeth." She turns on the faucet, rinsing her toothbrush.

"You couldn't wait?!"

"Nope." She replied, popping the p.

"Thank you for telling me where you went, Bells." I change the subject.

"No problemo."

-

Bella spends the day in her room, like always.

At 12:00, I get insanely bored and go up to Bella's room.

"Bella?" I knock on the door.

"What?" She snaps. She's being difficult again. Great.

"Do you want a sandwich?" I ask anyway.

"No."

"Are you sure? I'm a pretty good sandwich maker." I persuade her.

"Go away."

"Why are you mad at me?"

"Like I said before, I have every right to mad at you." She quotes herself.

"You don't understand, Bella."

"I don't need to understand. All that matters is that you left. Now just leave."

I try to open her door, but it's locked.

I run downstairs and search for a toothpick. When I find one, I go back to her door and pick the lock.

I push open the door and Bella looks up at me, startled.

"How'd you get in here?!" She exclaims. "I locked the door!!"

"Niall and Louis taught me how to pick a lock a while back." I explain. "Now, what's going on with you?"

"It's nothing, Harry. Just leave. I don't want anything to do with you." She rubs her eyes and sniffs.

I look down at the bed. She has two pictures. One is labeled 2001 and the next is 2002.

The earlier one is very similar of the family at DisneyWorld, but this time it's at the zoo. Dad looks more sick than before.

The latter one is of just mom and the baby, Bella. Mom is smiling, but it's not her usual smile that I faintly remember. I can tell by her eyes that she's sad. She looks...depressed.

Tears start to fill my eyes, but I don't let them come out because I don't want to cry in front of Bella. I can't cry in front of Bella.

She picks up the pictures and puts them in a box. Then she shoves it under her bed.

I sigh and stand at full height. "Now, about that sandwich."

"No." She hisses. "I don't want a sandwich."

"Are you sure? You didn't really have a great breakfast."

"Just leave, Harry!" Her voice gets louder. "I didn't ask for a stupid sandwich and I never asked you to be here!!"

Her face is red and she tries to calm down. She sits back down her bed and puts her head in her hands.

"Bella, I-"

She puts a hand up to silence me. "Just, go." She whispers.

-

*Bella's POV*

I hate him. I hate him so much. He's trying to make things better, but he just makes everything worse. He doesn't understand how much he hurt mom. How much he hurt me.

I am hungry, but there's no way I'm going to get a sandwich from Harry.

For a little, I started to kind of warm up to him.

But then, I remember what he did to us and all those small feelings go away.

All I feel towards Harold Edward Styles is bitter hatred.