Idiosyncrasy (Harry Styles AU)

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Harry's POV

The beating of my heart is almost as loud as the music in my flat. The anger that has been building up inside me for a long time is finally bubbling to the surface, and now I wonder how the fuck I am going to clean that spilt wine off my white carpet.

My hands clench into tight fists at my sides, and I can feel a vein throbbing in my neck. I have never been more pissed in my twenty-four years of living than now; even when that bratty little kid in school crashed my bike into a tree in the first grade.

What the hell is going on here?!

When I arrived back at my flat at twelve-thirty after my long day, all I wanted was to collapse on my bed and sleep the weekend away, but alas, things never go the Harry way.

I found a car in my parking space, and in my apartment, a Friday night party in full-swing.

As if I'm not already on the verge of bursting a blood vessel, Des cockily walks up to me, a glass of champagne in each hand.

Oh, what a surprise. This was all his brilliant idea of making his "son" mad. Well it's working. Again.

"Harry." He smiles humorlessly. "You made it."

He holds out one of the glasses to me, taking a sip of his own.

I don't take it. I'm too paralyzed with anger that this man who I once called father would throw a party in my flat with out my permission just to make me mad.

Not that he would even ask, but still.

Des chuckles dryly. "Don't worry, boy. It's not poisoned."

That makes me snap. Grabbing his outstretched wrist, I twist his arm round to an odd angle, and hear him whimper even above the loud music.

"Now tell me," I growl, gripping his arm tighter. Des releases a strangled groan of pain, and I suppress a smirk at his discomfort. Finally I have the upper hand. "What possessed you to throw a party in my house?!" I nearly felt like passing out from the anger coursing through my veins.

His breathing is heavy and he doesn't answer. A thin sheet of sweat begins to form on his forehead, and I loosen my grip slightly so he can form his words.

Wuss.

"You . . . Better watch yourself," he chokes out.

And just like that, I'm deflated. My sudden confidence has gone MIA, and I release him completely. I've been reduced to a bug on the floor that decided to bite once, but was quickly squished.

I know now that I'm in big trouble. If I don't go through with his plan now, I'm toast.

He smirks at me and rubs his arm. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some guests to speak to." And with that, he disappears. There's absolutely nothing that I can do to get these people out of my house. Des is just using me as much as possible.

I weave my way through the huge amount of people to my bed room, only to find a guy and a girl making out on my bed.

"Get the fuck out!" I growl, pointing to the door.

They stop sucking face immediately, and scurry through the door hand in hand to find another empty room in the house.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. I get down on my hands and knees and peer under the bed.

Whiskers gets freaked out when there's loud noises, and usually she hides under my bed.

Sure enough, two green eyes pop open to meet mine, and a tiny frightened meow leaves her throat.

"Whiskers," I call. "Daddy's here."

At the sound of my voice, she ventures from her hiding place and rubs against my cheek. I pick her up carefully, standing up.

"Come on, Whiskers. We're going bye-bye," I whisper to her. I grab a few things from my room, and then walk back out into the loud living room.

Whiskers digs her claws into my arm upon entering the room, and I gasp, prying her away.

When at last I've reached the door, I breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly a hand grabs my shoulder, and I cringe at their strength.

"Don't think you can just waltz away into the sunset, Harry," Des' cold voice whispers into my ear. "You'll be watched."

I hesitantly reach out my fist to knock on the door, clutching a now purring and content Whiskers in my arms.

I don't know how I ended up here . . . But I don't have anywhere else to go. I'm still beyond angry and all I really want is a drink and a nap.

The door in front of me slowly swings open, and Bethany's sleepy blue eyes meet mine.

"Harry! What are you doing here? What's wrong?"

I chew my lip. What am I doing here?

"I'm so sorry I woke you . . . I know it's late but . . .," I mumble. Duh it's late, Styles. It's like two in the morning. My eyes avoid hers. "I . . . uh . . . Could I by any chance stay the night?"

I realize that I haven't come up with a story to tell her. That was quite stupid of me.

"I'm having family issues." That part is true; I just hope she won't ask any more questions.

She smiles sadly. "Sure you can, Harry." She opens the door wider, allowing me to enter.

I feel guilty for lying to her, but I can't tell her the truth.

"Thank you, Bethany. I really owe you," I whisper.

She waves me off. "Nonsense. All you owe me out of this is a tutoring lesson tomorrow."

I grin, setting my bag down by the couch.

If only she knew why I'm here.

"Hope you don't mine that I brought Whiskers," I say, stroking her soft fur.

Bethany shakes her head. "Not at all." She hands me a blanket and a pillow, and I thank her before sitting down on the couch.

The TV is on, with The Big Bang Theory playing.

Naturally.

I smile and roll my eyes, and she giggles.

"Want some tea?" she asks, wrapping a blanket around her small frame.

"Got anything stronger?" I ask, smirking.

She rolls her eyes and grabs a bottle of wine; red this time.

"How's this?"

I nod. "Perfect."

Whiskers hops down from my lap and patters after Bethany, rubbing against her legs.

I smile fondly. "Looks like you've made a friend," I say, accepting the glass Bethany hands me.

She giggles, picking up the bundle of black fur at her feet and cuddling her to her chest.

"I think I will take one of her kittens," she tells me.

I smile, leaning back on the couch as she sits down next to me.

I down my glass in record time, but Bethany refuses to give me any more, saying we should get to bed.

I roll my eyes, knowing that was just an excuse not to have a drunk Harry on her hands again.

"Goodnight, Bethany," I tell her as she starts to walk to her bedroom.

She smiles. "Night, Harry."
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