Secret Summer (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

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It's been a day since Harry's recent transfer here, and we've still not had any civilized conversation yet.

Mostly just a few exchanges like, 'Mom's asking what you want for lunch' or 'Are you hungry'. And a few insults here and there. But I could swear Harry would always find a way to hit on me. I'm not really the assuming type, but he just makes it too damn obvious at times.

Yesterday, he seemed like he'd do almost anything to leave this place. And then all of a sudden, he calms down. What the hell? I wonder what he's planning on doing.

Or maybe it's in his nature to be like that.

I glared over at the tactless boy from my spot in front of him.

"You do know you can't pierce me with your stares, right?" He questioned, glancing up from his notepad at me.

" Whatever,"  I said as I looked down immediately. " No one wants to look at you anyway a-hole."

He chuckled. "You  can just say the whole word, you do realize that, right?"

"You're not worth the effort."  I huffed, turning my shoulder to him.

"I'm worth the effort to most women love, though, which makes you different. But, no worries, I'll change your mind sooner or later."

"Yeah, when pigs fly."

He chuckled again and went back to moving the pen across the paper.

"By the way, what clothes am I gonna change into? I'm beginning to smell."

"Your suitcase's there, just inside the cupboard near the bathroom for you to choose from."

"And you're telling me this now?" he gave me a sour look.

"You never asked." I laughed lightly. "Your friends left them for you before they left."

"Some friends they are,"  He scowled at the ceiling but his eyes moved when he decided to comb his fingers through his curly hair and headed towards his suitcase.

It wasn't long until I heard him come out and sat across me again, now dressed in a simple white shirt and another black jeans, this time with a tear right on one knee.

Suddenly, my mom told us dinner was ready.

It was a just a simple preparation of lasagna. We all sat down and began eating. I stabbed at the mushroom, trying to get one onto the fork and into my mouth. It kept falling off the fork.

Harry stayed quiet and ate his share. It was just silent. There was no chatter, only chewing.

 It wasn't awkward and uncomfortable at all.

Please note the sarcasm.

Once we finished dinner with little to no more conversation between us, Mom insisted she does the dishes and told us to go upstairs and rest.  We did what she asked.  I went to my room and changed into the short pajama bottoms and tank top. While Harry went to the other direction to the guest room.

When I finished getting ready for bed, I went to find Harry. I heard a low voice in the other room, so I went and knocked on the door. There was a low growl and then the door opened to reveal him, shirtless.