More Than This {Harry Styles}

Chapter 4~ Rethinking

It was Sunday morning. Nothing really special about them, usually went to church, and relaxed the rest of the day. But today was going to be different.

I walked down the stairs as I threw my long wavy brown hair up into a ponytail, not even bothering to comb it out. My dad was reading the newspaper and drinking his coffee, just like everyday.

"Morning." I mumbled and wandered over to the couch, flipping on the TV.

"Morning."

I scrolled through the channels, and stopped at Pretty Little Liars. Playing the re-runs, but nothing ever decent was on in the morning.

"Can you please turn that down?" My dad said angrily.

I turned around and faced him, even though he was still reading his newspaper.

"What's your problem?" I snap.

He looked over the paper, raising his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"What's the deal with you? I just woke up and you're already pissed at me."

"None of your business. Just turn it down."

I rolled my eyes and turned the TV off.

"There you go." I said, throwing the remote down on the couch.

I walked down the hall to my mom's study, where she was probably working on her new novel. She wasn't a really well known author, but she did what she could in her free time.

"Hey mom." I said, entering the study.

"Morning sweetie."

"What's up with dad?"

"Sit down." she said, turning around, facing me.

I sat down in the black leather recliner, a little concered about what she was going to tell me.

She ran her fingers through her dark hair, and crossed her legs, then flashed me a smile.

"So you and Harry, huh?"

I was shocked. She saw? My eyes darted around the room, trying to think of something to say.

"Um, I don't know." I honestly admitted.

"Anne and I were looking at the fireflies out in the yard and when we saw you, we almost had a heart attack. Cutest thing ever."

I blushed, but I didn't smile. I was mortified.

"That's why dad's pissed off?"

 "Yeah. He really does love you Peyton, just like any other dad hates seeing his little girl grow up." she says, sighing.

"He could sure fool me."

My phone buzzed in my pockets, and Harry sent me a text. This was great timing.

"Who's that?"

"Harry." I said, dropping my phone on my leg.

She smiled, which pissed me off.

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the study, checking the message.

Hey :) Wanna go do something today?

I smiled, replying immediatly.

Sure. What time?

I went upstairs, and combed through my flat curls, pulling them up into a high ponytail, and reapplied my makeup.

Totally forgetting about Harry, I checked my phone again and he texted me twice.

20 minutes. Oh and btw. Wear a swimsuit.