Protector (Harry Styles)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Harry is going to have to sleep in the guest room. I think to myself. I guess it will be his room. I ponder my living situations as I sit in front of the tele. Him being here is going to change everything. What am I going to tell my friends, I trust them with my life but I feel like having a First Generation Protector is just something I need to keep secret. Questions keep running through my head.

Why do I need a First Generation Protector?

Why does he have to be so rude all the time?

Did something happen to him to make him like that?

If so what happened?

Why do I care?

I don't.

I shake my head to clear it. Someone clears their throat behind me. I quickly turn around and my eyes lock on to Harrys. He has a smirk on his face. It annoys me. The edges of my mouth turn down and I squint my eyes. It only causes his smirk to widen. "Fix your face." I state. His eyes widen in surprise. But the smirk quickly falls back over his features.

"That was rude." he says with a little head shake.

"What do you want?" I ask. He is starting to get on my nerves.

"Where will I sleep?" he asks. Rolling his eyes as if that was obvious.

"Oh, well I was just thinking about that," I say as I stand up, "I will show you to the guest room. I guess it's your room now." I swiftly walk past him, not looking back. I know he is following me. I walk down the hallway, past the bathroom that he's going to take over and to the guest room. I grasp the handle and turn, pushing forward to open the door. I lead the way in. About halfway into the room I turn to face him. I analyze his expression. For some reason I want his approval.

His eyes take in the surroundings and it looks like he's mildly interested but I can't tell what he's thinking. Why do I want his approval?

He just nods his head and keeps quiet, which is something he never does. Weird. "Well," I finally say, breaking the silence, "make yourself at home." He just nods his head again. What is he thinking.

He's starting to piss me off. "What is wrong with you!" I exclaim.

His eyes widen in shock. "You really are fiery," he pauses and gives me a once over, "I like it."

Now its my turn to be shocked. Wow quiet one minute and sexual the next. I wonder if guys can pms? Cause these mood swings have my head spinning. I roll my eyes and scoff. "You're insufferable."

He wiggles his eyebrows at me, "But you love it." he says arrogantly.

I shake my head, "You really do have a problem."

His mood darkens suddenly, "Whats your deal with me?" he asks.

"I don't like your bitchy attitude or your bitchy mood swings." I say.

A half smile finds its way onto his face and I melt a little. It's so attractive, "That's too bad baby, cause you got me for the rest of your life." He says opening his arms and getting in my face a little.

I hold my ground and give him a hard stare before I huff and quickly spin on my heel and let my hair whip his face. "And frankly that pisses me off." I say over my shoulder before walking out of his room and slamming the door behind me.

I stomp over to my room and groan. I flop over in my bed, burrow into my comforter. I need to clear my head but I can't stop thinking about an alluring, moody band boy with his angled jaw, and skinny legs, and long, curly brown hair, and, flannel shirts, and cute hats, and stupid tattoos, and ugly shoes, and such a good voice fuck me what did I do to deserve this torture I hate him I swear to god.