STAY MINE // Harry Styles

Winton

SORRY GUYS! I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE TUMBLR VERSION! THIS IS THE VERSION WITH THEA INSTEAD OF Y/N 😅

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The next day, Harry, Thea, and Isaac came to the address Emilia had given them. It was a cheap tower block quite far from Harry's North London house. Thea found it strange that a twenty-something was still living with her father, but she didn't want to judge anyone before getting to know them.

As the building didn't have a lift, they had to use the narrow staircase to get to the fourth floor. The walls were stained and the floor was unclean. There was no window in the hallway and the only source of light was the blinking lightbulb on the dark grey ceiling.

"This place seems even worse than mine," Thea said, following Isaac as he checked every door for the right flat number.

With an arm around her shoulders, Harry spoke, "your place is still pretty shit, babe."

"True." Thea chuckled, but then she realised what it actually meant. "Hey, I know what you're trying to do!"

"Well, I'm not trying to do anything." He shrugged. "You hate my big mansion anyway so, what's the point?"

"Then why did you bring it up?"

As she shot him a glare, he burst out laughing and pulled her in for a hug. "I was only joking."

"That wasn't funny."

"Yes, it was. You should've seen your face."

"Guys!" Isaac called from the end of the hallway, pointing to a door as the couple rushed up to him. "Here it is. Flat no. 28."

Thea raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

"You do it." Isaac nudged Harry, who nudged him right back.

"No, you do it. Your girlfriend lives here."

"One, she's not my girlfriend. Two, you're here to see your dad."

"I don't consider him as my dad so--"

"Oh my fucking god!" Thea cried out as she pushed the men apart and knocked on the door, glaring at both of them.

Harry sucked in a breath. When he squeezed her hand, she could tell he was nervous so she patted him on the back and reassured him that it would be okay. Meanwhile, Isaac stayed quiet. Thea assumed it must have been because of her, as they hadn't exchanged a word since they got into the car, and she was dying to know if he was still upset.

"Hey, I--"

The door creaked open as soon as she spoke and Emilia greeted them with a wide smile. The girl put a hand on her chest, dimples dug deep into her cheeks as she stared attentively at Harry's face.

"You look even more handsome in person," she said.

"Thank you." Harry pressed his lips into an awkward smile. "Can we—"

"Oh, please, come in! Make yourself at home!" Emilia pulled the door open wide and stepped aside for her guests to enter. "Have a seat. I'll go get my dad."

Thea and Harry followed Isaac to the middle of the room. As Harry stopped in front of a bookshelf, Thea soon realised what he was staring at. A family picture, in which Winton looked the same as he did in the photograph Harry had found when he was a child. He was young, only a bit older than Harry now, and Emilia was just a baby sitting on her mother's lap. All three of them were smiling.

Thea crossed her arms, her eyes squinted. She supposed all blondes looked the same as she found Winton's wife very familiar but wasn't sure whom she reminded her of. It took her a moment to figure it out. And her mouth fell open.