Confusing and Wrong [ Harry Styles ]

Chapter 15

"Hi." Is all he says before he walks back into his room. I take this as an invitation to enter. He turns on the song he was just listening to and I recognize it as Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. I didn't know he listened to them.

"I like this song." I say walking over to his dresser to pick up the album case.

"So do I." He lays back on his bed scrolling through his phone. "Do you know what room is yours yet?"

"I wouldn't be in here if I did know. I'm pretty sure I would be decorating and shit." I say, placing the album back down and facing him.

Harry sighs and gets up. "Follow me." I do as I'm told and follow him further down the hall and we stop two doors down from his on the opposite side. "Here you go." He opens the door and I'm welcomed by bright walls of neon green and an accent wall of black. There is a king sized bed with black blankets on the black wall and all the furniture is black on the neon green walls. I smile and step into the room looking around more.

"This is exactly how I have always wanted my room to look!" I see a walk in closet and I almost scream. I have a fucking huge walk in closet. This is amazing.

"There's more." More?

I follow Harry with my eyes as he walks around me to two big, black curtains touching the floor. He pulls them back and reveals two glass doors to a balcony.

"You have got to be shitting me." My mouth falls agape and I rush to the doors looking outside. It's a view of the backyard and it's beautiful. There is forest everywhere you look.

"No I am definitely not shitting you." Harry chuckles. "I'll leave you to get settled I guess." I nod and keep looking outside. If this house gets any better I will cry with joy.

I start hanging my clothes in my fabulous walk in closet and when I'm done I start on the boxes that were set in here before I arrived. I set my perfumes and pictures on top until I come across an old picture of Christie and I. We're only 5 years old at the beach posing for the camera, well I am at least. Christie is reaching down her top trying to get sand out of it while I smile widely at the camera with my two front teeth missing hugging her from the side. A tear falls down my face and I decide I will call her later.

I finish unpacking everything except the last object in the last box. It's white, twinkly Christmas lights. I could hang these on my black wall. I search for black tacks and when I find them I begin pinning up the white lights over my bed. I plug them in and turn off my over head light taking in the scene sight. The green walls seem brighter with the white reflecting off of them and my bed is lit up. I unplug them and decide its time to go downstairs seeing I have been in my room for about three hours.

I'm halfway downstairs when I hear a conversation going on. Being the curious and sometimes nosy girl I am, I sit down and listen in.

"Did you show Acelyn her room?" I assume Ben asks Harry.

"Yeah. She seemed to really love it."

"Well I hope she did. She always went on and on about how she wanted a room like that." My mom. Her voice is getting stronger and I'm really glad. Maybe we won't have to take her to the E.R and I was just over thinking it. "Well I'm going to make dinner. It's already 5:45 wow! Time flies when you're having fun boys." She excuses herself from the conversation and goes to make dinner.

"Did you show Ace the swing on her balcony?" Swing? I'll have to check that out later.

"No it completely slipped my mind. I don't think she would have heard me anyways, she was in awe of the view outside."

"Well you'll have to show her later unless she has already found it."

"Yeah...Dad?" Harry's voice seems smaller than before I listen more intently.