Deception (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 12

Thank you guys for continuing to read and vote! It means a lot. So for this chapter, I decided I'd start to include something I've done in my other fanfics.......music incorporation(: Basically, whenever a certain part comes along I'll name a song I think might be beneficial to the image of the story, in parenthesis! This means you should listent o this song while reading that certain passage(: You'll understand when you see it! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it!

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I watched him as he ate, his jaw working back and forth to chew the crunchy cereal. He had been quiet all morning, barely paying any attention to me. He usually would've said some snarky remark by now, but....nothing. I couldn't help but wonder why he was so quiet all of a sudden.

"What are we doing today?" I asked, hesitantly looking up at him.

He paused his movements, his eyes peering up into mine.

"I....I've got some yard work I need to do. I don't give a fuck about what you do. Just...stay in the house and out of my way," he coldly mumbled, his eyes darting from mine.

I was taken aback by his words. Why was he so mean all of a sudden?

He stood from his place at the table, striding to the sliding glass doors that lead to the backyard.

"Clean up the dishes when you're done.....all of them," he commanded, slamming the door behind him. I sat for a moment, staring at his bowl.

You shouldn't have trusted the way he treated you last night, my subconscious mocked.

I was upset for some reason. Upset at the thought that Harry truly didn't care about me like he'd said he did. Did he just say that to gain my trust? I didn't know.....but what I did know, was that I had to take a few steps back.

I was all over him last night, and this morning. Where the hell did I get off on kissing his cheek? Even though I couldn't shake the sparks, the butterflies that had erupted in my stomach at the touch of his skin against mine, I couldn't get carried away.

I just miss Jack, that's it.

It made perfect sense... I missed Jack. I missed loving someone. I wasn't going to lie to myself; Harry was hot as fuck. So why shouldn't he be something that I could use for a distraction? Yes, that's it......I didn't actually care for him like I thought I did....no! I was only distracting myself...

I sighed, picking up the dishes from the table.

So then why did I feel that spark whenever we touched?

I shook the thought out of my head. I had to stop this. I couldn't dwell on him.

After clearing all the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher, I decided I'd try to occupy myself by searching through the house again. I had looked around upstairs...but I hadn't really paid much attention to down here.

I entered the living room, looking around at the large, open space. This house was so beautiful.....I wouldn't mind living in it myself.

My eyes wandered around the room, landing on a large wooden door near the stairs. I walked to it, quietly turning the handle. When I opened it, I smiled at what was inside. A large, grand piano was surrounded my shelves full of books, windows lining the other wall. I walked in, my gaze shifting out the window, to where Harry was mowing the lawn.

His shirt was off, beads of sweat forming on his skin. I sat down at the piano bench, leaning against the keys as I continued to watch him push and shove the lawn mower across the tall grass.