Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 46

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Harry's P.O.V 

Becca is still not awake and I can tell because her phone has been ringing continuously making me whine and roll into bed over and over again. I groan and reach for her phone from the side table. My eyes almost widen when I see all the texts and calls from her mother. I get out of bed and pull my jeans up quickly, running a hand over my hair and brushing my teeth as rapidly as I could, I make my way out of the house, grabbing the keys and locking the house.  

She forgot about her mother? Oh god. I can't even begin to imagine how annoying and amazing she gets when she's drunk. I don't expect her mom to help me accompany her to the airport, I'm reasonably sure that she won't let me drive her there either but I'm still at it and I hope she has some patience to deal with the situation because I certainly don't. 

I park the car and rush upstairs. Taking a few deep breaths, I knock over the door. I hear the voice of her mother coming closer to the door as she keep talking to herself about how irresponsible Becca has become, I sigh and wait for her to open the damn door, and when she does she throws her hands in the air dramatically, "Are you serious?" 

"Very much.", I try to stay calm because this is exactly what she would want me to do.  

She keeps both her hands over her hips, "Where is she?" 

"Back at my place.", I almost whisper, looking away. 

She swallows, "Are you sleeping with her already?" 

I'm definitely not up for this conversation with my girl...with her mother. "Don't you have a flight to catch?", I try to change the topic and she sighs loudly. 

She turns around and grabs her coat off the rack while I wait for her to answer the bloody question, she's too difficult to deal with and I completely understand that she doesn't like me for who I am but she gets along with Rebecca just fine, why can't she trust her daughter for being able to make honest choices in her life? She's a grown up, for fuck's sake!  

"I'd rather take a cab than have you drop me off to the airport.", I'm beyond pissed and I have to keep reminding myself that she's her mother. 

I help her with the bags and thankfully she's quiet throughout the twenty-fucking-two stairs that I have to walk down with the bags.  

"I will call a cab for you.", I take my phone out but she rolls her eyes at me and sighs, yes again, "You think you can?" 

I just nod at her and throw all her stuff into the trunk of my car. She opens the door to my passenger seat and sits next to me, while I look around for stuff in my car that won't make her feel any angrier than she already was. I turn the radio off and that was one mistake because she thought I wanted to make conversation, "Why couldn't she make it?" 

She was drunk. I shake my head to myself, "Uh...she didn't feel well?" 

"She wanted you and I to spend some time together, didn't she?", I just nod because what she said sounds much better than what I made up. 

She goes through her phone and puts it back into the huge bag that she is carrying with her, "Rebecca has always been like this, I hate how she can't think about herself for once."