Afraid (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10

"What's your favorite color?" I ask for my first question.

"You're kidding right? Of all questions, you choose that?"

"No shot for you then.."

"Okay it's orange..the color of the sunset orange," Harry says thoughtfully, "What's your biggest fear?"

"Getting hurt..." I say quietly. I was expecting Harry to ask sexual questions..not something deep.

"Bella, you're always going to get hurt. That's the way the world works," Harry says intently.

"I know," I say with a breath, "I'm afraid one day I'll get hurt so bad, I won't recover. I won't be me anymore, i'll be too far gone."

"You'll never be too far gone.." Harry says looking at his glass.

"Let's take our shots, yeah?" I say with a shaky laugh.

After we both take our first shot, I already feel looser. Now I just have to keep Harry away from the personal questions.

"Okay so where are your parents right now?" I ask curiously

"What kind of question is that?"

"Answer it"

"My father's out...working or some shit, not that it should matter to you," Harry says rudely.

"Well I was just wondering. What about your-"

"Why did you come to America?" Harry asks before I can finish my sentence.

"My parents..they had work over in the states.." I say quickly.

"You're lying. You stutter when you lie, Bella," Harry says, glaring at me.

"Okay..we came to America because I needed a fresh start," I say quietly. It's not a lie, we did come here for a fresh start, but i'm not explaining it any further.

The next couple of questions are easy for both of us and I manage to steer clear of his invasive questions. By the time we've gone through another four questions, we're both heavily drunk.

"So why are you always a bitch to me?" I ask with a loud laugh. If I was sober, I know I would've never asked that.

"Because you're a bitch," Harry says laughing with me.

"I'm serious!"

"You remind me of my mom.." Harry says quietly, stopping my laughter. Of all my theories, this was not what I was expecting to hear.

"Why is that a bad thing?" I ask, looking into Harry's eyes.

"Are you dating Zayn?" Harry asks dodging my question.

"What the hell?" I ask laughing, "It doesn't even matter!"

"Answer me!" Harry says loudly.

"Calm down! No i'm not, we went out tonight as friends. He showed me around Virginia and then we went out to eat."

"Good," Harry mutters under his breath.

"Good?" I ask curiously. Even if I was seeing Zayn, it shouldn't affect him.

"I just don't think he's good for you.."

"Wow.." I say in disbelief, "And that's coming from you. You've been nothing but rude to me since I've been here and now you're telling who's good for me?"

"Forget it," Harry says as he takes another shot.

"We should really clean this mess up," I say looking around the table. There are wine bottles scattered everywhere and wine spilled all over the counter.

"Maria will take care of it," Harry says. When he see's my confused expression, he adds, "She's our house keeper. My father hired her when..he started working longer hours."

"Oh" I say awkwardly. I'm not used to having other people clean up after me.

"You handle drinking well.." Harry says with a smirk, "I was expecting you to rape me or something once you got drunk."

Rape. I cringe when I hear him say that, it's still a hard subject even after all this time.

"Bella, I was kidding," Harry says slowly once he see's my expression

"I like you better when you're drunk too.." I say with my own smirk.

"You don't mean that," Harry says, looking away.

"I do. You're so much nicer to me when you're drunk. You aren't in your usual angry mood and you're also more open.."

"I'm only slightly drunk right now Bella. You don't want to see me when I'm full on drunk," Harry says firmly.

"Whatever," I say, trying to get up from my seat. I fail miserably and almost fall before Harry grabs my arms.

"You should try and get some sleep. You're gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.." Harry says walking me over to the stairs.

"Stop wobbling.." I laugh as we both walk up the stairs.

"In case you forgot, I'm also drunk. I'm doing my best here."

"I can't walk any farther!" I whine as we reach his room.

"Here, you can sleep in my room for tonight." Harry says, pushing me into his room.

"But..where you going to sleep?" I ask, falling onto his soft bed. It smells like mint and smoke. It smells like him.

"Next room over," Harry says, shutting the door.

I'm hypnotized by the intoxicating smell of Harry and the way his pillow feels resting on my head. My legs feel numb and I can barely think straight, but I don't care. For some reason, unknown to me, I feel alive. As I'm drifting to sleep, I can barely hear Harry come back into the room. I'm not sure if I'm already asleep but I hear him whisper something.

"Goodnight."

A/N

I actually updated early this time! This is by far my favorite chapter so far. It was so much fun to write and I can finally write more dialogue between Harry and Bella.

Sorry for the long author's note but thanks for reading and please vote, comment..ect. :)