Excessive (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 10.

We held the intense gazes for a minute. I knew I was going to loose this battle and I hated that. I shamefully bowed my head letting out a shuddered breath and backing away. When I looked back up I saw a look of satisfaction on his face and a smirk to Niall and Zayn.

"Come on Arabella, I have shoes that would go perfect with that dress" Sophia said quietly, breaking the deadly silence. I felt a small hand on my wrist pulling me to turn away from Harry. I looked at her as she did me with wide eyes.

She quietly gave Liam's arm a squeeze as we walked by, making his body relax slightly. She quickly walked towards the stairs and I followed right behind her as she let go of my arm. I followed her up the beautiful stair case to the top floor where pictures sat on the walls. Once we were upstairs I saw her shoulders relax as she stopped.

"You are crazy!" she said with a amused smile plastered on her face. I looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"Why? I am not letting him push me around, well at least not too much more then he plans too" I said making her shake her head. 

"That is why" she laughed and turned around.   

We walked down the long hallway and to the room sitting on the right. This house was almost identical to Harry's house layout with the exception that Harry's was definitely a lot bigger.  We walked into large room with the same color scheme as the rest of the house. This must be the master bedroom considering its size. It was pretty, very modern looking like it was on a T.V. show. I walked over to the small couch and politely sat down.

"Would you like tea?" she asked, standing near a small tea pot and cups.

"No thank you" I said politely. She nodded and began to make her own as I watched on in silence. I wonder what she liked about Liam, does she even like him? Did he force her to live here like Harry had with me? Did he threaten her the way Harry does with me? Maybe he was nicer then Harry, maybe he was worse.

Once she finished making her tea, she carefully made her way over to the couch and sat down on the other end. She took a small sip and smiled in satisfaction. I want to try tea, maybe later but definitely not now I needed answers. She looked at me and smiled.

"Are you and Liam in love?" I immediately asked, making her laugh and place her tea down on the table.

"Yes we are" she said making my eyes go wide in shock.

Could a man that has probably killed more people then my own eyes have seem possibly even capable of a girlfriend never mind love? This completely threw my whole thought process into a swirl of un-answered questions and chaos.

"He's capable of love?" I asked making her eyebrows furrow. It was then I realized how rude that must have sounded, making a gasp come from my mouth. "I mean, I just assumed because he was friends with Harry he would be rude or mean like Harry is, I didn't-"

"I know what you mean" she said laughing lightly. "But yes, he is surprisingly, and I thought the same thing the first time he said it" she said, picking up her tea and continuing to sip it down. My eyes narrowed in confusion as I watched her. Something had to be wrong here, no murderur falls in love with such a sweet girl.