I fiddle with the keys and manage to open the door, leading Steph and Harry in.
"Nice place." Harry scoffs, throwing himself down on the couch.
"Help yourself." I roll my eyes.
He takes off his boots and tosses them on the ground, propping his feet up on the ottoman.
"He's so rude. It's like he's not housebroken yet." Steph whispers to me.
"No parents to teach me that shit." He interrupts, obviously overhearing us.
Steph's eyes open wide at his comment.
"I'm sorry." She says.
"Don't be. Father was an asshole, mum was too scared because of him being an asshole. It works differently." He finds the remote, which is always shoved somewhere in between the couch cushions, and turns on the news.
"Local Foster Parent, Ms.Wolren, announces the still hasn't found one of her Foster Kid, Harry Styles, age group 17-20. She describes him as youn-"
He clicks off the tv.
"I didn't want to watch the news anyways." He scolds and picks himself up.
"Harry.." I begin but he pushes past me.
"Stop." I grab his shoulder.
"Don't fucking touch me!" He spins around.
I jerk back, flinching when his fist rises.
"Hey." He almost whispers.
I open my eyes to a minimum to see his face back to a calm expression.
"I wasn't going to hit you." He almost sounds hurt.
"I know you weren't it was just a-"
"A reflex." He finishes my sentence.
"Yea." I look down.
"I don't want you thinking I'd hit you. I would never ever hit a girl. Growing up in my house I've learned a few things, ok?"
"What do you mean you've learned a few things?" I question.
"Never mind, see this always leads to you being annoying as fuck, stop talking for once to save yourself God!" He yells and walks out the door, slamming it behind him.
"Harry!" I scream, running after him.
"What?" He cocks his head back.
"Don't go."
"Why the fuck not? You are so god damn annoying I have no clue how I even spent this day with you! You should have just let me get drunk in an alley and I wouldn't have to be here!" He screams at the top of his lungs, causing the next door neighbors light to turn on.
"You're being loud." I look around.
"Loud? I'm not being loud, you'd know when I get loud." He turns around to walk into the street as I run after him once more.
I put my hand on his shoulder but this time he doesn't turn back, he keeps walking.
"Harry stop." I plead.
No answer.
"Harry!" I raise my voice.
Still he doesn't answer me.
"Harry God damn Styles, turn the fuck around now!" I scream.
He turns around this time, but when I see his expression, his eyes are big and wide, mouth open.
"Now, come back inside." I lower my tone as if nothing happened.
The neighbor is looking out his living room window in his robe and boxers.
"Can you stop being a pain in the ass and get inside. You need a place to stay and to be warm. Let's just go, I won't be annoying, you won't even hear me." I feel my eyes start to tear up.
"Are you crying?" His voice cracks.
"No, it's the weather.."
"No it's not. I'll stay tonight if it makes you feel better." He sighs.
I wipe my eyes as we walk back up to the house.
"Why are you nice to me when I cry?" I ask out of curiosity.
"I've spent my life seeing girls cry too much."
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(Sorry for such a short chapter! Writing more 💘)
