Your Little Secret (Harry Styles Fanfic)

10. "Please?"

This story does not belong to me. I am rewriting the story, since it got deleted from Watt-pad. It is one of my favorite fan-fictions, and I really don't want to see it go. So once again this story does not belong to me.

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What!? When did I even get his number? I bet he added it while I was in the shower. I swallow, reluctantly accepting the call.

"Hello?"

"When are you coming?" He whispers.

"When I'm done Harry." I grunt, "You can wait another 5 minutes."

"Please hurry up." He hangs up. Obviously he wasn't used to not getting his own way.

I continue filling up the glass with water and quickly rush it upstairs to mum.

"Thank you sweetie." She slurs, taking a sip of her drink. "Why does it smell of mans spray in the house?"

Uh oh.

"It doesn't." I lie, "it must be the alcohol." I laugh it off, hoping she will just fall asleep.

I kiss her lightly an the forehead and turn the light off. "Night Mum."

A soft murmur comes from her, I can't quite make out what she is saying but I am presuming it's goodnight.

That's one problem dealt with, now to go and deal with the other.

I quietly slip a pair of old shoes on and open the back door, walking through the muddy grass to reach the battered barn.

I open the door, peering round.

"Harry?"

"Over here." I follow the sound of his husky voice.

He was sitting on a lump of hay, picking and throwing it from beneath him.

The sight of him angers me.

"Okay seriously Harry, you need to leave now."

"I can't. Louis just messaged me saying that the paps have found my car, they can't see me leaving here at this time of night, all sorts of rumours will be flying around by morning!"

"I don't care." I yell crossing my arms. "I just want you out."

"I will pay you if you let me stay at yours tonight?" He eagerly offers, standing up with enthusiasm.

"What? No! You're not staying here!" I shout, looking him up and down. "And stop bribing me!"

"Please Mollie." There's a tone o desperation in his voice.

A moment of silence takes over.

I know I am going to regret what I am about to say but I can't see this going any other way.

"Fine." I give in, rolling my eyes. "But I don't want you wandering the house, I don't want you to be seen by my mum and I want you gone by 9am."

"Perfect" He sighs in relief. "So where am I sleeping?"

"On the floor in my room, out of sight."

He looks disgusted by my reply.

"On the floor? You expect me too sleep on the floor?"

"I am going to give you covers Harry." I mock, frowning at his expression.

"But it's the floor? Why can't I just sleep in your bed?"

I scoff "I don't think so. Ii's my bed. If you don't like it you can always sleep in here." I suggest pointing to a block of hay.

He grunts.