Living with the Styles.

Chapter 9

What sort of a fucking idiot am I? Telling him I didn't know why I couldn't hang out with him and just ran away.

HARRY'S POV:

I just asked Piper if she wanted to hang out and she told me she couldn't without a reason why. She told me she didn't have a reason but she didn't want to. She doesn't like me, I knew from when she rejected my kiss, but she doesn't even want to be near me. Am I really that repulsive? Disgusting? Tears were brimming in my eyes and my mum came out of the kitchen.

'Harry, are you okay honey?' She asked.

'Umm, yea. I think it's just some allergies to Dusty's fur or something.' I said, wiping a tear that escaped my eye.

'Dusty is outside?' She said, it sounded more like a question than answer.

'Right, yea. I'm just...' I started.

'You can tell me about it while we make dinner. She pulled me in gently with no question.

'So, what’s wrong?' She asked as she placed the food in the oven.

'Umm, well it's Piper...' I started.

'Oh.' She gave me a weak smile. 'I knew you liked her.'

'Yea, well, she don't like me.' I picked the fork off the table and started jabbing the table with it. 'On her first night, we were getting on really well, like we knew each other for years, like were we best friends. So, I started to like her and tried to kiss her but she ran off. I know it's like sudden but I thought she liked me back.'

At that moment Gemma walked in.

'So, wait? Harry your crying?' She came over and looked my face with concerned eyes.

Tears had been falling absent mildly from my eyes.

Shit.

'I think we've established this already.'

'Harry, don't be mean to your sister. No carry on with your story. ‘My mum said.

Right, sorry Gem! Erm, yea so I tried to kiss her but she ran away. That's why I slept on the couch because I didn't think I fall asleep that night. Then yesterday, when the boys came over they made her a little uncomfortable by calling her hot. She then ran in here. Then they did when I asked to talk to her and they asked what we were doing in there. She ran into her room, so I went to see her. Then she was acting weird and went for a jog. Then today, I asked her if she wanted to hang out she just told me she couldn't but didn't give me a reason why. Why are girls so bloody hard? I think I love her, mum.' I lay my head on the table and sighed heavily.

Wait, did I just say I loved her out loud?

'Honey, want me to talk to her?' My mum asked, rubbing my back gently.

'I don't care. Not like she's like me anyway.' I stood up, dropping the fork on the table and dragged my feet up the stairs.

Piper was at the top of the stairs. Her long, brown curls falling perfectly in front of her face. She looked gorgeous, her crystal blue eyes glistened in the light. Her scent of, newly sprayed perfume, wafted down. She smiled weakly and shuffled her feet down the stairs. Her arm touched mine for a second and it sent tingly feelings up it.

'Oh, sorry.' She whispered then carried on walking.

'It's fine.' I sighed, I carried on walking up the stairs and into my room.

PIPER'S POV:

I got into the kitchen.

'Hello Anne, Gemma!' I smiled, gently.

'Hello Piper.' Gemma returned the smile.

'Sweetie, can we speak with you.' Anne asked, turning from the oven.

'Sure.' I said, sitting down next to Gemma.

'Well, it's about Harry...' She started. I felt my heart drop, my smile faded.

'Ummm... okay.' I managed.

'Well...'

(A/N: Don't forget to check out 'Cimorelli' if you already don't. Video on the side on their cover of 'Who Says' by Selena Gomez with Ryan Beatty. ;) I based Piper's look on Lisa Cimorelli. Check the out, they're amazing!)