Secret Affair (Harry Styles)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Marissa's POV.

Water filling the glass as I sat on my bed, beside me was Harry and infront of us were Martha and her neice: Anne Louis.

I felt horrible judging her by her looks on how the way she dressed and her attitude was. Infact, she's far from it. She's lovely and just awesome.

But it somehow make me uncomfortable when the way she look at me and Harry. Its like she want to ask something. And the way Harry looks at her its like he wants to eat her.

Jealous are you?

The annoying subconcious in my mind said. I roll my eyes at her and told my inner self to shut up.

"So Rissa? How are you with them?" ask Martha, placing the pitcher back on its place. I gulp on my water and drink it fast before answering Martha.

"Good. We get along really good." I nodded my head.

"Yeah, Marissa have been a great daughter for me and Liz. She's great." Harry looks over at me as if been he's sending me a message.

Anne Louis gasp and looks at us weirdly.

"She's your fucking father?" she yelled, surprised.

"Language Anne Louis." Martha scolded her, she rolls her eyes at her.

"Sorry Martha." she sarcastically said. I chuckle lightly at her and she shrugged.

"So are you going to finish studies?" Martha ask. I didn't know what to answer, we didn't figure that out yet. But I remember Liz asking me that question. When I didn't answer, I'm thankfull that Harry did.

"Yes actually. She's starting in about two weeks." he confirmed, his adams apple bobbing up and down as he drink his water. He look at the corner of his eye and I flush, turning my eye away from him.

Two weeks? It somewhat gave me chills and excitement, having to finish up my High School year. Its one of my dream.

"Well, thats great! Its her dream Harry, thank you." Martha thanked Harry and I blush. I didn't want Harry to know that.

"You're welcome Martha, Rissa, herself deserve it. I'll do anything for her. " My heart skip a beat and I look up at him, looking down at me.

No. Fuck no. I can't let him get to me again.

"Thats sweet Harry, thank you. You're the best father." I smile at him fakely. His smile faded but he covers it with a fake smile too.

"You guys are getting so cliche' by any minute." Anne Louis scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Thats just how the way we are." he smiled and put his hand on my thigh making me shiver. "Right Rissa?" he looked directly to my eye and I stutter the words out.

"Y-yeah." I nodded and wished he would pull his hand away. It makes me uncomfortable.

He smirked and Martha smiled at the both of us while Anne Louis look at us as of like we had two heads.

"How's your wife Harry?" I absentmindedly rolled my eyes as Anne Louis snickered. I mentally face palmed myself.

"She's doing great. Marissa and her were so close. She's pregnant actually." he said smiling as if he's been he's remeniscing her.

Thats sweet.

"Can I talk to Marissa for a minute?" Anne Louis ask which surprised me. I nod my head and so do both of them. I  excuse myself and probably nervous of what might Anne Louis ask.

We headed straight forward outside and into the quiet hallway and she leans on the door and shut it.

"So?" I raise my brow. She cleared her throat and looked at me.

"Are you and your 'father' have something goin on?"

I'm D.E.A.D