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Chapter 7

CARTER'S POV

I ran into the bathroom as soon as I heard my mom's voice. Not only was I in trouble because I had a boyfriend, but I knew I was in trouble because Harry was my boyfriend. And now I had to come up with an excuse to why Harry was in the house with me alone, in my bedroom. I'm screwed if I don't come up with a really good excuse. I washed my face, procrastinating and wasting time before I had to face my mother. The yelling stopped and I figured that she must have killed him by now.

Wiping my face with the towel, I went downstairs to see if Harry was still there. To my surprise, he was sitting there, drinking tea with my mom at the counter. She was laughing at something he said. I figured she would have kicked him out already. I awkwardly walked past them to pour some tea in a mug to drink. I joined them, not wanting to say anything to spark my mother's anger. She seemed pretty calm, but I never knew with her. She may be bipolar.

Harry went on, making her laugh. Then, my mom went on talking about my childhood and how when I was a child, I used to hide in the backyard when my dad wasn't home. It's true actually. After my parents got divorced when I was seven, I haven't seen my biological father. My mom remarried three years later and she was happy again. A tear fell as I remembered the thoughts of my dad, the way he abused my mom. I didn't want that to happen to me.

I looked up at Harry and my mom, both staring at me intently. It was obvious that they had caught the tear rolling down my cheek. Harry walked around the counter and buried me in his arms. I let out a quiet sob and he kissed my forehead reassuringly.

"What's wrong babe?" He asked, staring into my eyes.

I shook my head, "I don't want to talk about it."

His hand pushed a strand of hair behind my face and the other rested on my waist.

"Babe, you wanna watch a movie or something?" He whispers.

"Sure, I'll put on the Netflix." I respond.

"How about my house? No one is home, as usual." He looked down.

"Um, okay. I guess my mom wouldn't mind. She seems to love you already." I hadn't noticed she left the room.

I ran upstairs quickly to get my shoes, checking my appearance in the mirror before I went back downstairs. Harry guided me to his black Range Rover, opening the door for me before swinging to the other side.

He turned the key in the ignition before resting his cool palm right above my knee. The car ride was silent for the most part, slightly awkward. Harry made patterns on my thigh with his thumb. I was thankful his house wasn't that far and we got there quickly.

He opened the door, leaving his shoes by the door and taking a seat on the couch, motioning for me to sit next to him. I followed behind, snuggling into his warm chest, watching as he scrolled through the movies on netflix. We wound up watching a romance movie I picked, despite Harry's protests.

I cried into Harry's shoulder at the end when the couple in the movie got married.

"That's going to be us someday, babe." Harry whispered into my hair.

I pulled away slightly so I can see his facial expression.

"Really Styles? Never thought you were very fond of marriage." I teased.

"Well, if it means I get to marry you, then I'm all for it." He smiled, placing a soft feather kiss on my cheek.

"You know, I was thinking. You never really officially asked me to be your girlfriend." I looked up at him, smiling.

"Mmm" he smiled, placing another kiss on my other cheek before standing up and making his way to the kitchen.

He brought out a bottle of wine and two glasses, placing the items on the coffee table in front of me. He poured wine in both the glasses, handing me one, a bright smiled plastered on his face and those dimples deep in his cheeks.