Regrets (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Regrets - chapter 25 (NOT JUST A FRIEND)

We both jump onto the couch and pull the blanket over our legs. My head slowly rests on his shoulder as he throws his arm slides round my waist.

Throughout the film, I can feel Harry's gaze on me but whenever I would look back at him he would quickly turn his head around and pretend he had been watching the film.

Around halfway through the film I hear the front door open and shut.

I quickly jump from the sofa and realise that my mums home from work.

I hear her place her keys down on the kitchen counter and walk towards the TV room.

The door handle twists round and my mums figure walks into the room. Both of our heads turn towards my mums gaze.

She looks at Harry's tattoos and then at me.

'So is anyone going to tell me what's going on?' She speaks up.

'We were just watching a film but it's fine, Harry was just about to leave' I tell her.

'Harry? Niall's friend?' she asks him.

Harry closes his fists tightly. He sighs and speaks up. 'No, a different Harry'

There was a dead silence for a few seconds until my mum spoke up.

'I'm going to make an important phone call so I think you should show your friend the way out, it's getting late' and with that she walked out of the room.

'Sorry, she's not very keen on me being around boys or whatever' I tell Harry.

'It's fine, I'm guessing it is getting late' he walks towards the door and I follow him.

'So I'll see you tomorrow at school yeah? or if you want me to pick you up in the morning just text me' he says.

'Yeah I'll let you know okay?'

He nods and opens the door. He pulls me in for a quick kiss and rushes towards his car.

I wave and shut the door.

'So I'm guessing he's not just your 'friend' right?' I jump from my mums voice behind me.

I turn around to see my mum standing in the doorway with one hand on her hip. Her eyebrows raised questionably.

'Uh yh we started dating a few days ago' I explain.

'And you didn't tell me?' she asks.

'I didn't think you needed to know' I look down towards the ground.

'Whys that? I have the right to know who my daughter is dating' she demands.

'I'm old enough to date whoever I want and when I want, I don't need to tell you every single thing about me' I say.

A few teardrops escape her eyes.

'I'm sorry...I care, I care about you, that's all' she buries her face within her hands.

'I know mum, I know' I pull her in for a hug but she brushes me off. 'I'm fine' she tells me.

I sigh and make my way upstairs. My mums voice stops me.

'I just don't want you to go through what I did, with your dad and all' she says.

I look back and make eye contact into her glistening eyes. 'Harry's not like that, he's differant' I wonder if I'm lying to myself.

'How long have you known him? a week or two? a few days?' she questions.

I wonder to myself. do I know him well enough to trust him?

I shake the thoughts away. 'Mum, he won't hurt me they way dad did to you, he's nothing like dad, nowhere near' I whisper and make my way to my bedroom, ignoring the sobs that came from my mum downstairs.