Sheltered≫ {h.s}

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Carter

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We walk around this beautiful city. I love the snow I always have.

I glance up at Harry and he looks absolutely adorable with snowflakes resting in his curls and the tip of his nose bright red. The crease between his brow stays.

"Harry, what happened to your Mom?" I ask quietly treading sketchy grounds.

He doesn't answer and I just look down.

"Wanna play 20 questions?"

"Sure." he mumbles.

"Favorite song?" I ask.

"Don't really have one I listen to different kinds of music."

"Okay.. um your turn."

"What's your biggest dream?" He looks down at me and ask.

"I want to be an artist. Painting and sketching are my life." I state gleefully.

"I thought you were going into law?"

"Thats my dads dream for me. He hates the idea of me wanting to be an artist." I mumble.

"That sucks." He states simply.

"Okay. Favorite color?"

"Black." He smiles.

"How unoriginal of you Harry Edward." I giggle in return.

"Okay this game is horrible and its freezing. Ready to go back?"

"Yes please." I shiver.

The walk back was quiet. Not an awkward quiet. A comfortable silence.

I'm glad he's actually been pleasant today. Not his usual bipolar self.

We finally make it back to the front of the coffee shop and climb in his car. He immediately turns the heat all the way up and I quietly thank him.

I turn the radio on and some pop band begins to sing. We both groan in unison and I giggle. He rests his hand on my knee but I make no move it though it feels.. comfortable.

We soon pull into the driveway and hop out together, heading inside.

"Hey honey" My dad says and kisses my forehead.

"How was exploring the city?" Mom asks.

"Very very cold." I smile.

"We'll be going to the slopes tomorrow morning so everyone get a good nights rest tonight alright? Mr. Styles states.

Everyone mumbles a quick yes. I head upstairs to my room to change and sketch for a while. As soon as I enter my room a giant t-shirt on is put on and skinny jeans are removed.

I crawl under the duvet and reach into the side table to pull out my sketch book. The whole cover is printed with doodles and random quotes. I flip to the middle of the book and began sketching my view from the huge window beside my bed.

I was so caught up in sketching I guess I didnt feel my Father walk in as He pulled the book from my grasp and strolled away.

"Dad. Please give me the book." I say through gritted teeth.

"No I will not I wont let you fill your mind with this- this- shit. Its unrealistic. I'm telling you. This." He points to mt sketch journal. "Is going to get you nowhere in life. When are you going to understand that?" He slams the door and walks away.

Tears began to fall. I hate crying it makes me feel weak. But he doesn't get it. Being my Fathers daughter isnt always the easiest thing in the world. He wants something for me that I can't stand, and I know he's just trying to help me get somewhere but it's not where I want to be.

My sobs become loud and I walk out on my balcony, to lay across the hammock. I lay there for a little while, until I heard the glass door slide open, brown curls peaking out.

"What Harry?" I question.

He sticks his head out further and begins to walk toward me.

"Yeah its me, come inside you'll freeze out here." He grabs my hand and slowly steps toward the door.

As soon as we step inside he closes the door and the curtains, as well as turn the thermostat up. After, her joins me sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Whats wrong?" He questions with sincerity.

"My dad he, he took my book, my art book." I stutter.

"Calm down carter." He rubs circles on my back and pulling me toward him.

"Everything's gonna be okay. Just get some sleep." he grips my side and pulls me to the top of the bed. I lay my head on his chest listening to the beat of his heart when he kisses my head and thats the last thing I remember before sleep overcomes me.

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THE NEXT DAY

I wake up with the bed cold and harry nowhere to be found ,I rollover to find my journal in his place with a note that said,

"I told you everything would be okay.

-Harry xx"