She ~ Harry styles fan fiction

10

"Bella Harper!" I jolt awake to pounding on my door. "Bella!" Harry yells again after pounding his fist on my door repeatedly. I look at the clock.

8:30.

Shit I overslept. This is only my second day and i'm already oversleeping. I rustle out of bed and open the door and see Harry fuming.

"Why was the door locked!" He screams and walks into my room backing me up.

"I must have locked it on accident!" I shuffle back to get as far away from him as I can. I really didn't mean to lock it.

"Do you think i'm stupid Bella?" He pins me against the wall by taking my wrist in his large hands "I asked you a question!" He screams in my face.

"No! Let go of me!" I scream and try to move but he's so much stronger then me. He quickly releases my wrist and strokes my face with his hand. "Get downstairs now." He leaves my room leaving me very confused.

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We sit in silence as we eat the breakfast I made. I decided to make pancakes this morning and he rolled his eyes at me when I brought it over to him. I know he probably wants something more filling like bacon and eggs or something I just don't know how to make that.

"Today you will do the chores. You got out of it yesterday because of your little fainting stunt. But not today. The boys will be over today too. So you'll do them after they leave." He says stuffing his face with food.

"Will Crystal be coming too?" I ask hoping I can see her again today.

"Yes she is with Niall always. She'll help you serve us." He pushes his plate back and I smile. "Oh is Bella happy to have a friend?" He mocks me.

"It's nice to talk to someone so yeah." I roll my eyes and start to gather our plates together.

"Well she isn't your friend. She hates your father just as much as everyone else does." I roll my eyes at him. Of course he has to ruin my relationship with  the only person who's been nice to me.

"I don't care. She doesn't hate me." I  take our plates into the kitchen and try not to drop them like I did last time. I was them in the sink and leave the plates out to dry. There has to be a good reason why everyone hates my father so much and it can't just be because he's the leader, there has to be something to everyone is hiding from me. I'm taken out of my thoughts by Harry walking in a grabbing a beer from the fridge.

"It's 9 o'clock." I say looking up at the clock and judging him for drinking so early this morning. He doesn't say anything but takes a large gulp of the beer.

"Get ready they will be here soon." He throws the beer away after chugging it down. "You have to wear something that I bought." I look at him and cross my arms.

"Why?" I ask in frustration.

"Bella because I said. Stop questioning my authority." He slams the door behind him leaving the kitchen.

I go upstairs and slam my door behind me to piss Harry off. I hate that I have to wear what he says and honestly I don't want to deal with him getting mad at me anyways. I open the drawer and pull out a pair of leggings. I try to cover up as much as possible but have limited options. I grab a long sleeve v-neck that's very tight fitting. I finish getting ready in the bathroom and then head back downstairs.
Harry is sitting in the living room wearing jeans and a black hoodie. I sit down on the other side of the couch awkwardly without saying anything. He looks me up and down but continues to say nothing. The door bell rings and I stand up quickly.

"Should I get it?" I ask.

"Sure." He nods at me and I start to walk past him to go the door. He grabs my wrist and so look down at him. "You look hot." He says making my eyes get wide.