Claiming Season

Chapter 15

I sighed looking at the door.

I don't want to talk or think about Niall or my family right now. It's just too much.

I get up and make my way down stairs to the kitchen. I can't help but think about how ridiculous this house is. It's gigantic! The doors are tall and wide the stairs are made up of dark smooth wood. The whole house is really. As I walk down I can see the big flat screen tv in front of the L shaped couch. I can also see the cups and dirty dishes that littered the coffee table in front of the couch. Ok I need to clean this place up.

I walk into the enormous kitchen and stop in my tracks.

There is dirty dishes, cups, pots, and pans that were shoved in and around the sink. I walk over and open the sleek dishwasher only to find one single clean bowl and spoon. I shake my head.

I grab a trash bag from under the sink and began to clean all the dishes in the living room when Harry's voice speaks up from behind me. " Do you want some help?"

I turn around a look at him, unsure if he really wants to help or joke around. He just gives me a small smile and grabs a red plastic cup to put it in the trash bag.

Soon, we find ourselves giggling at Nialls one clean spoon and bowl.

We finished cleaning the living room and threw out all the trash. Now we were starting to clean the kitchen.

"Do you think he just only washes one spoon and bowl everyday in this big ass dish washer?" I ask Harry.

"Whelp lets see....." He opens the refrigerator to find it filled with cartons of low fat milk. Then he opens the cabinets only to find it filled with captain crunch.

Harry and I look at each other before we both start cracking up laughing.

"What's going on in here!" Niall practically shouts

Both Harry and I stop laughing and for some odd reason I find myself feeling guilty.

"Noth-" Niall grabs Harry by his shirt and slams him against the wall.

"Niall. Niall! NIALL!" I scream frantically, pulling on his arms.....wow his arms feel good. Does Niall work out-wait concentrate Chelsea.

He drops Harry and starts to come after me. His face is red with anger and his fists are white. I back up but soon find myself cornered against the kitchens island behind me. Niall puts both of his hands on either side of my waist on the island, blocking me from getting out. I can hear my own heartbeat skyrocketing as he brings his head down inches from mine.

"Don't tell me it was nothing! I'm the one who's supposed to make you laugh not him! I'M THE ONE YOU SHOULD BE CLEANING UP WITH AND GIGGLING WITH! NOT HIM!"

"B-but"

Niall pushed off the wall turning away from me. He grabbed a glass off the counter and slammed it onto the floor.

Harry and I both jumped as it shattered.

And that's when I got mad.

"WELL WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO WHEN YOU'RE GONE! I HAVE NOBODY HERE WITH ME EXCEPT HARRY!"

Niall turned around and opened his mouth but I cut him off.

"HARRY IS THE CLOSEST THING RIGHT NOW THAT I HAVE TO A FAMILY! HE'S LIKE MY BROTHER. H-HE WAS," I looked down and swallowed hard. I brushed my hands down on my thighs, on the part where I cut."Harry was there when you weren't. Please let him stay. I need-I need him to stay. Kinda like how you need me to stay with you." I grab his hands and intertwine my fingers with his. He gave out a long sigh as he looked down at me and said,"Ok. But Harry if you so much as look at her in the wrong way. You're a dead man you got that?"