Living with Styles

seventeen

*Bella's POV*

"What do you want?" I snap at the knock on my bedroom door.

"I want to talk to you." Harry says.

"Well, I don't want to talk to you, so I guess you're out of luck." I continue looking at all the old photographs strewn across my bedspread.

"Let me in." He whines like a child.

"No." I reply firmly. "Go away." I mimic his childishness.

"But I wanna talk to you!"

"You're talking to me right now." I state.

"Yeah, but, I-" he pauses. "Okay, then. If you just want to talk through the door, I guess that's what we'll do." He agrees.

"What happened on the night of mom's death?"

I stand up and walk across the room to my door. Tears are filling my eyes, but I blink them away. I clench my jaw and open the door. "What. Did. You. Just. Say."

"I asked what happened on the night of mom's death." He bites his lip. He seems to be nervous around me at this moment.

"No." I swallow. "Talk to me about anything else. But don't ever-" I choke a little. "Just don't ever ask me about that."

He looks a little taken aback by my sternness. "Okay, I- uh- I'm sorry." He can tell he hit a nerve. "I was just-"

I hold up a hand to silence him. He stops in mid-sentence.

"What are you doing?" He quickly changes the subject.

"What I 'do all day' according to you." I mock his words.

He nods and purses his lips, unsure of how to reply. "Wicked."

What a British thing to say.

He pushes past me and sits on my bed.

"So, what's your favorite picture?" He tries to act 'friendly.' He's not very good at it, though.

"Didn't I tell you to never come in my room again?" I ignore his question.

He raises his eyebrows. "Yes, but I'm the guardian, and I make the rules."

"Shut up and get out, Harold."

He sighs and stands up.

"Just trying to be nice." He says over his shoulder as he walks out the door.

"Well, you can stop, because it's not working." I call back. "I still hate you!"

Even I'm surprised at how nonchalant the words came out of my mouth.

But this time when I said it, it was different. It was like...it was like I didn't actually mean it. Like I was just teasing. Teasing as if to say, 'Hey, you're pretty cool.'

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*Harry's POV*

I must've really hit a nerve with Bella today.

At least I know how not to approach her on that subject. But the way she said it, it seemed she didn't want to talk about our mother's death ever.

Which, I guess I get. I mean, she said the other day that she 'watched her own mother die.' Whatever that means. Probably some metaphor or something.

Unless, it was literal. It was a car crash. I remember that night at the pub.

'When I Was Your Man' by Bruno Mars.

That was the song that was playing when it happened.

Her words replayed in my mind.

Did Bella actually watch mom die? Right in front of her eyes?

Maybe thats why 'nobody understands.'

~

Dance recital was amazing :)
Now I'm going to a first communion party ayy :)

-Anna xo