𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑! | harry styles

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BREE hugged her knees to her chest happily as she sat in the middle of her bed thinking about Harry and remembering how he'd made her feel last night. Her face flamed as the image of his naked body filled her memory. The way Harry made her feel, not just at his touch, but at the way he all but came undone by what she had done to him – it made Bree feel desirable and desired at the same time. Desired by Harry. She couldn't imagine wanting to be anything less.

Johnny was downstairs, already in front of the television, when Bree emerged a few hours after her usual waking time.

"Long night?" Johnny asked, as he looked her up and down.

"Long week," Bree retorted.

It wasn't the answer that Johnny was looking for, so he tried again. "What time did you get home?"

"By curfew, Dad." Bree knew exactly what he was after.

She had hoped the conversation would end there, but when she took a seat at the kitchen table, Johnny came in and took a seat as well.

"So, Harry…" he began.

Bree's chewing rhythm faltered at the sound of the name that was currently occupying her thoughts.

"Yeah?" Her voice sounded a little higher than she was comfortable with. She knew her father would notice any change in her breathing, her demeanor, even her eye blinking, at the sound of Harry's name.

"You said he was just a friend, but –"

"He was just a friend. But now…it's more," Bree was bashful as she bared her emotions before her father.

"Uh huh," Johnny said. His tone revealed that he felt it had been "something more" long ago.

Bree just nodded over her cereal bowl and tried to signal to her father that she didn't want to talk anymore by sinking lower in her chair. It didn't work.

"So what do you know about Harry?" Johnny began.

"I know he was adopted by the Styles almost four years ago. He has a younger sister – she was adopted, too. Um…he doesn't like school that much…"

"Sounds like a wealth of knowledge," Johnny said sarcastically.

"Dad, we've been together for about a week. We're getting to know each other. It's a process."

"When your mom and I had been together for a week, I knew her favorite color, her favorite flower, what she wanted to be when she grew up, where she was born, her middle name…"

"And I bet you didn't feel the need to share all those intimate details with other people. Am I right?" Bree's question sent a message.

Her words were successful in shutting Johnny down for the moment. He gave his characteristic grunt and sat back in his chair in defeat.

"Edward." Bree stated, matter of fact.

"Who's Edward?" Johnny asked.

"Edward is Harry's middle name."

By the time the Styles arrived to pick up Bree, she was more than ready to get out from under Johnny's watchful glare. As she walked to the waiting SUV that held Harry and his family, Bree could feel Johnny's eyes on her back. She also heard his disgruntled murmur about Harry not even getting out of the car to open her door.

"It's not the 1940s, Dad." Bree called over her shoulder.

But something was amiss; Bree felt it as soon as she slid next to Harry in the back seat. He acknowledged her with a tight-lipped smile before turning his attention back towards the window. Bree touched his hand, but he simply wound his fingers tightly into hers without another glance.