Torn (harry styles)

75- Please

"What?" Harry snaps, turning to face him. His eyes look wild and his cheeks are flushed with anger. I shuffle away from him and widen my eyes, sucking a breath in and not knowing what to say.

"Fuck Skye I'm sorry. I shouldn't be taking this out on you I know you haven't done anything wrong it's just my mum makes me so angry." He sighs and puts his head in his hands.

"It's okay Harry." I say gently, placing one of my shaky hands on his shoulder.

"Sorry for not telling you about Gemma, and that you had to find out about her in such an awkward way." He says and I shake my head.

"You don't need to be sorry. It wasn't my business, I'm glad I know now though." I tell him and he chuckles.

"Nosy fucker." He mumbles humorously and I giggle.

"Seriously though, I know I'm in no place to be giving you advice. But I really think you should go talk to your mum. She seems pretty upset and thinks she has lost you." I explain to him quietly.

"She has fucking lost me. I told her never to even mention Gemma to me and there she goes, in front of you as well it's just embarrassing. You have to admit, it is fucking weird to talk to a fucking lame ass tree and believe that it's your dead daughter listening to you? It's fucked up." Harry responds.

"She probably doesn't actually believe it. But sometimes, when you loose someone special to you, people tend to try and cling on to anything they can that reminds them of that person in any way. I don't know the full story, but from what I've heard, it seems like she's just upset about the death and seeking comfort." I tell him and his whole posture seems to soften a little.

"I guess, but she doesn't need to be so forward about it. She doesn't need to announce it when she goes to talk to her."

"True, but maybe when you say it out loud it sounds the most real. Like, when you run something through in your head over and over. It just feels surreal and fake, but if you actually say those things aloud they sound more... confirmed and proper. More real." I explain to him and he sighs.

"I love you." He murmurs and my heart jolts. Those words coming from his mouth gives me such a warm fuzzy feeling inside and I still fail to believe that he means them. But if this is all a joke, I guess I will just deal with that as it comes. Right now, I'm going to allow myself to feast on the fantasy.

"I love you." I say back, a warm smile covers his face.

His body leans forward and his lips lock with mine for just a second, giving me as many butterflies as when we kissed for the first time.

The same heat heads straight to my cheeks like the first time, after all this time just his touch still has that same igniting affect on me.

Harry and I really need to talk about the current status of our relationship. Were not a couple, were not friends. I don't have a clue what we are but I want to be able to call him mine.

Our lips disconnect and he looks at me with a sleepy smile.

"Let's get out of here." He says and I raise my eyebrows at him and purse my lips.

"Fine, fuck. I'll apologize to my mum." He rolls his eyes and I smile at him and stand up.

We slowly make our way downstairs and into the kitchen where Anne sits lifelessly at the table.

I wait in the living room, Harry gives me one last glance.

"I'm only doing this for you." He remarks, striding into the kitchen.

I giggle to myself and listen to the conversation they have, hoping for some more information about Gemma.

"Uh, mum?" I hear Harry's gruff voice say.