Haunted

Later that night pt. 2

Eden

"Sweetheart?"

"I'm in my room mom," I call out as I set my book down. Since Harry commandeered The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty I had started to read Pandora again, I've read most of Anne Rice's works but there were still some I hadn't.

My mom enters my room as I sit up, she frowns at me and walks towards me before sitting down. "Eden I need to talk to you about Doctor Styles," She says softly.

"What about him?" I ask nervously and she sighs.

"I think you know, I saw the video, Eden. He touched you inappropriately and he-"

"I kissed him mom! He had a horrible day and still was so caring towards me, next thing I knew I was kissing him." I confess and her eyes soften. "It's not Harry's fault-"

"Harry?" She questions as she tilts her head, now she knows bitch. Say goodbye to loverboy.

"He um, he told me to call him Harry. Today was just weird and awkward, I spilled my tea on him!" I rant as I try to deflect from the kiss.

"Oh dear, that must be why his clothes were in the bathroom. I thought you and him maybe-"

"God no mother!" I cut her off and she lets out a sigh of relief. "I like him, I really think he can help me," I say softly as tears threaten to fall in fear of never seeing him again, she brushes a hair behind my ear as she looks at me fondly.

"I do too sweetheart, he seems very dedicated even though he had a horrible day." She replies and I nod softly. "I've never seen this before." She says touching Harry's hoodie, "It must have been one of Kyler's" She figures and I frown at the thought of my ex-boyfriend.

We were together for two years, the typical high school cheerleader and football player couple. I don't remember too much but I remember thinking that I was so completely in love with him, he died in the accident on prom night.

"I'm going to fix some dinner so why don't you take a shower?" My mom suggests breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Sounds good, I lvoe you mom."

"I love you too Eden." She whispers before kissing my head and then going back downstairs.

She's getting good guys, has her mom fooled she didn't want to fuck her therapist. One of the voices sneers. Donna was always an idiot, maybe we'll get her next.  Another voice adds before the last, more demonic voice speaks.

No, that fucking Doctor is dying. No one touches my girl.

The voices have me on the verge of tears when I pick up my phone and dial Harry's number hoping the sound of his voice will help. You wish, you're nothing to him but a slab of meat. Once he's tried you out he'll be onto the next leaving you all alone.

"Harry Styles, giver of hoodies and M&Ms."  Harry chirps happily and I sigh as the voices retreat into my subconscious.

"It worked."

"What worked?" He questions.

"Nothing, nevermind. I just talked to my mom though," I reply softly before pausing. "I didn't know she had a camera in the treatment room," I add before gnawing my lip nervously.

"Oh shit," He mutters.

"It's alright Harry, I explained that you had a bad day and that I was the one that instigated the kiss which isn't a lie," I assure him.