Confusing and Wrong [ Harry Styles ]

Chapter 14

"I guess."

"I personally, am very excited for you to live with us. "

What? That is not what I expected him to say. "Why's that?" I ask.

"It will be nice to always have you close to me."

What the Fuck! "Who are you and what have you done with Harry Styles?"

"I'm serious. It's gonna be really cool just to have someone my age around to hang out with, it will be the ultimate "girl next door" scenario."

"You are crazy. I'm not going to fall in love with you like the girls in those stories do! I am not that stupid. "

"Come one, I mean I am the devilishly handsome guy and you are the beautiful girl with the horrible past who falls for my charms and decides that even though we are so different and fight all the time you are willing to work it out and stick it out to the end. How can you not find that appealing?"

"Because you're the "devilishly handsome guy"." I say, making air quotes around the words devilishly handsome. "And that isn't real. They are just stories."

"Somebody is cynical. "

"No." I say, "I just don't believe in love anymore."

"Come on Ace! You can't be serious, everyone believes in love. I believe in love!"

"I just don't believe in that shit anymore." It's true, ever since my dad walked out I no longer have any faith in love. I don't believe that one person can truly make you happy your entire life, eventually someone gets tired and they move on without having the curtesy of letting you know before hand." I shake my head and look out the window remembering the pain my mother went through all because of the dick I'm suppose to call a father.

Plates are set on the table shaking me out if my horrible memories. The waitress walks away without asking if we need anything else and back to talk with the rest of the lazy staff. Someone's not getting a tip. I look to Harry and see him eating his food silently staring at his plate.

"I don't know what happened between your parents, and I don't know if you want to tell me because I know it's hard, but what happened with my parents ruined my view on marriage and love and I don't think-"

I'm cut off by Harry's low, steady voice, "My mother died." I drop my fork and my jaw parts slightly shocked by this.

"W-what happened?" I ask, "I mean only if you feel comfortable talking about it," I rush not wanting him to feel forced to tell me something that holds so many emotions for him.

"I don't want to talk about it." His eyebrows are furrowed and his jaw is set tight.

"Ok." I say quietly eating my breakfast. We eat in silence the rest of time finishing our meals. Harry pays and makes sure to glare at the waitress for her shitty service and she glares right back because he didn't leave her a tip. We endure a silent car ride home and when we get back to my house, or old house I guess I should call it, the guys are loading the last few boxes into the moving truck and I see my mom wrapped in a blanket locking the house.

"Acelyn and Harry get over here now." Fuck. We've been caught. I don't know why I thought we would get away with being gone but I did. Shit.

I walk over to Ben by the truck and Harry strolls behind me locking his car. Ben's face hard and his arms are crossed over his chest showing his anger, disappointment, or both I have no idea I haven't figured this guy out yet.

"Where the hell were you two?" He says calmly watching us both carefully.

"We left." Harry states the obvious.

"Well no shit boy. But where were did you go? I went looking for you both and I couldn't find you anywhere. Do you realize how worried I was!" Ben's voice gets louder near the end but neither Harry or I flinch.

"You could have called our cells if you were so worried." Ben's head snaps to me growing irritated.

"For one, I don't have your number young lady, and two you should have told me where the fuck you were going."

"Why didn't you text Harry then?"

"We didn't want you to know." Harry and I say at the same time. Ben huffs and walks away and climbing into the driver seat of the moving truck.

"What's up his ass today?" I ask Harry chuckling, but when I turn to look at him he's already waking away towards his car. "Alrighty."

"Ace could you open the door for me please?" I open the passenger door of the truck for my mom and she sets the small box down on the floor and steps up holding her blanket tightly. "Thank you sweetie." Her voice is so small I barely catch it. I nod and close the door.

Who the hell am I riding with? Harry ditched and there's only two seats in the truck; the driver and passenger, and they're both taken.

The passenger window rolls down and Ben leans over the console to yell out the window.

"You'll be riding with Paul, Acelyn!"

Great. Who the fuck is Paul?

My mom and Ben leave and I see an old Cadillac still in the drive way. I look closer and inside is a bald man using his white shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

You have to be fucking kidding me.

I begrudgingly walk over and open the door sliding in. "Hi." I say awkwardly buckling my seatbelt. The car smells like cigarettes and wet dog, I try to hold in my gag but it's easier said than done.

"Hello there I'm Paul." Paul says cheerily holding his hand out for me to shake. I grab his plump hand unsurely and shake it quickly before letting go and discretely wiping my hand on the side of the chair.

No conversation is started up within the first two minutes so I take it as my cue to out my headphones in.

"-to?"

I quickly pause my music and look over at Paul. "Sorry what?"

"What are you listening to?"

"Music." He laughs at my response and I blink at him looking away. This guy is fucking mental. I play my music again and before I know it I'm in the drive way of my new home.

Shit.

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