It's Complicated. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 10: Something Personal.

Chapter 10: Something Personal.

Maybe I should go check on them...

No! The fuck am I thinking?

I impatiently sit at the booth bouncing my knee as nerves take over.

He couldn't have just drove me home after an awkward fight like a normal asshole. Instead he had to take me out to eat.

"You want another soda ,sweetie?" Fiona offers.

"Oh. Uh-yes, thank you." I give her a small smile. She nods and walks away.

I should go check on them. I mean, what if something happened and I wasn't there to help? That's something people just can't live with. Something that I most definitely can't live with.

Fine. I'll just go and find them. They've been gone for over 4 minutes anyways.

I get out from the table and walk past all the other booths.

There isn't anywhere else to go besides the restrooms and outside. So I walk to the first place I come across. The bathrooms.

It'd be weird if I were to go in the men's room so I took a turn to my territory.

I go to open the door ,but find myself stopping in the middle of the action.

"What the HELL were you thinking!" An almost familiar British accent yelled.

I went closer to where I heard the voice come out from.

There was a door from the right of the restrooms. I'm guessing it's the exit for two obvious reasons; I can see the streetlight peeking through underneath the door and there is a big, red, glowing sign that has 'EXIT' written on it.

I stop in my tracks as I eavesdrop on what is going on.

"This has to stop. You can't keep on doing this." The voice says.

I know this isn't Harry. This person has the accent and everything ,but it's much too deep, even for Harry.

I creak open the exit door to see a man in his mid-40s or so and I immediately recognize him.

"Dad-," Harry says.

"No ,Harold. I'm speaking." He narrowed his eyes at the boy before him.

"I can't believe you right now." Harry mutters.

"Well then enlighten me. Please, for the love of God tell me why you absolutely cannot believe my seriousness at the moment." Harry's father counters, crossing his arms. "I go out to the market and find you in your car doing...the most unspeakable things to that... skank and here you are giving me this behavior?"

Harry lets out a cold laugh. "Are you fucking kidding me right now? What the fuck." He has a slight grin. His humor, sarcastic and heartless. "You have the nerve to lecture me on what I've been doing wrong when you've been fucking your GOD DAMN ASSISTANT!"

A small gasp fled my lips.

His dad lets out a breath, pushing his hair back like his son does. "Harry."

"No! Don't try to make me feel bad for you and your wrong doings. How do you think mum feels-,"

"You told her?" His father's eyes widen.

"No. No, I haven't. But I should," Harry's voice dies down as he says the last part almost to himself. He looks to the ground acting as if he was the guilty one.

"You know what that will do to her. You just can't,"

"That decision doesn't really come down to you, now does it." Harry heaved a hand through his hair in frustration.

They stay silent for what feels like minutes. Harry, not letting his guard down as he clenches his jaw.

His father swallows the lump in his throat. "Okay then. I'll see you at home." And he walks to his car and drives off.

A breath is let out from my mouth as I look to the concrete.

My God.

I jump when a smashing noise is heard by me.

Harry had kicked a garbage can over, the trash spilling out onto the pavement. He curses.

Harry turns his back from the diner and puts his forearms against the wall on the other building. He leans on it. His head placed on the brick wall.

I don't know what to do. If I should walk over and comfort him, earning a cold shoulder or to go back to the table and pretend like I didn't see anything.

I decide on walking over to where he is.

I am sure he heard my footsteps ,so I put a hand on his arm.

"Not now, Kat. Just, go back inside. I'll be there in a minute." He spoke his words quietly.

I listen and go back to the booth, leaving Harry to vent.

The table had a coke with half melted ice. From when Fiona asked if I wanted one.

I waited 5 minutes before Harry came trudging down the pathway with his coat in hand. He pulled out his wallet and left money at the table for the food and gave a tip.

"Come on." He says, walking to the door.

I get up and follow his steps.

He hopped in the car and I went over, getting in.

There was a pair of underwear on the car floor ,but I decided on not to nag him about it. Not now.

I was expecting Harry to speed off out of rage. But he didn't. We weren't even moving yet. I stared straight ahead waiting for him to do something.

After a few seconds he speaks.

"You heard."

"Yes." I simply reply turning my head to him. Harry hasn't looked at me, instead he kept his eyes locked on the road in front of him as he has his hands wrapped around the steering wheel.

Harry nods and starts the car.

••

The drive has been quiet.

It is most likely past nine and Todd and Kristi are possibly thinking of ways to punish me as we speak.

Harry usually has the radio on or a CD playing ,but there's nothing.

I would be lying if I said I didn't care about him. I'm worried.

I didn't know that it was this bad. Harry's been keeping this huge secret for his dad and that's just, terrible. All this drug use, drinking, and sex is probably an escape for him. Come to think of it, this whole affair with his dad and the secretary may have started last year. That's why he has changed so much. With everything that was going on, Harry threw his life away and started shit he wasn't supposed to. It was all because of his dad.

My face heated up and I felt, angry. This was all his fault.

I was so fumed I didn't even know that we had stopped and were in front of my house.

"Bye, Kat. I'll call you later." Harry comments still not turning to meet my gaze.

"Bye, Harry." I put my hand on his sympathetically. He stiffens and then relaxes.

I step out of the car and shut the door.

Once, I'm out, Harry speeds off.

I watch his car fade off into the distance as the night gets darker and colder.

(Hello lovleys.

So, I'm thinking of making my chapters a bit shorter so I can update more frequently. You know, instead of making y'all wait for two weeks or more. But if I dont update in a while that probably means school is being a bitch or im bein lazy. Oh or im havin writers block.

Just a heads up.)

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