You, Me And Him (Harry Styles)

Oopsie (PART 30)

He walked in, and looked like he was looking for something... Or someone.

"is your mother here?" he asked, which did surprised me a bit.

I had no idea why he was asking me that questing... Or, actually I did. Just a little idea. A little thought, which I hated. I hated Harry. I didn't hate him personally, but because he caused me to have these thoughts. But as I stood there, gazing at his perfect smile, I decided to answer.

"no, why?"

I said, maybe this will give him a something to think about.

"not for any particularly reason, but we need to talk."

Ugh... What I needed. A talk... Does it look like I need that? I felt like asking him, but instead of picking up some unnecessary fight, I could still sit there and pretend I'm listening.

He walked into the living room, and his eyes came across something. The pictures that was lying on the floor. FUCK! I forgot to put them away. He stared at me, looking like a questionmark.

"... So, you saw them.."

he said, and I knew it wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway.

"you know... It was the past, right?"

he just said, smiling at me, like nothing was wrong.

"YOU DATED MY MOM! HOW CAN YOU JUST STAND THERE AND LOOK SO DUMB?!"

I yelled at him. He looked absolutely scared. I understood that, cause I was calm and silent before, but now I couldn't hold back the anger.

"well... Er, I didn't know she still had th---" he said, but I interrupted.

"explain to me!" I said, not yelling, but still raised voice. He stood with his arms in face heights, almost like he was afraid I would hit him. I felt like, but I was too numb in my arms.

He's eyes stopped when he saw the one of mum, MY mom, pregnant, and he said

"that was before your dads death. When you lived with your dad, me and you mum had a little thing... I finished it, because I found out she had a daughter, you, and she had an abortion" he finished it.

Wow how old is that dude?!

I picked up the pictures and held them out so he couldn't avoid seeing them.

He tried to look down to the floor. Biting his lips, I heard him mumbling something that sounded like: 'sorry you saw it'

"get out of my house. NOW!" I now yelled.

"NO! IM NOT LEAVING." he was yelling back at me. Before I could stop myself, I slapped him. It hurted in my hand, and he covered his cheek with his hand, and looked confused at me.

"I'm not leaving. Not untill you forgive me, and come with me" he said, with tears streaming down. I hate to see him upset, but at this moment he deserved it...

"fine, I forgive you if you leave now." I said.

"thanks, but I won't leave without you." he just said. That boy played his cards right.

I couldn't make him leave unless I didn't go with him.

"then you're gonna be staying here for a long time, boy!" I said, through clenched teeth.

"fine!" he said.

"FINE!" I yelled back, and ran up to my room. He can't stay here forever, he must go home someday.

I felt my heart beating very fast, and almost felt like throwing up at someone.

Ugh... What a lousy day. There I was, almost feeling okay after a nice shower, then he came and ruined it all. Typical. My phone vibrated. ANOTHER FUCKING TEXT?! You've got to be kidding me... I took my phone, wanting to text 'I'm gonna smack you with a dictionary' to the person who dared annoying me at this moment, but then saw it was my mum. She said she got offered a job in New York, and weren't allowed to take anyone with her. (my mum is the busy working woman, who interviews famous people, which is how she got to know One Direction)

What did she expect me to do? I'm 17 and not allowed to live on my own.

Then a new text came, which made me regret I read it, because it said:

'you can live at the boys flat'

hell no... Was the first thought that crossed my mind. I had nowhere else to go, so I agreed.