nobody's home; harry styles.

2.2.

His eyes become playful and his smie is now cheeky.

"I'm a piece of meat, now?" I ask, pretending that I'm hurt.

He raises an eyebrow, smirking. "A delicious piece of meat..."

"You're such a dork, Harry," I chuckle.

"Well, I'm a clever guy and I have a great, big imagination for everything," He winks at me.

I decide to snoop a little bit, "I didn't know that, what do you dream every night?"

"Do you really wanna know? It may break that innocent mind of yours..."

I ignore his words, rolling my eyes, "Ok, well, whom do you dream?"

"Her name starts with a 'c' and it ends with 'assie'," He says, sending me a playful grin.

"Pretty name,"

"Not as much as her..."

"Harry!" Anne calls from downstairs.

Harry walks closer to the door and sticks out his head, yelling. "What's wrong, mom?"

My eyes travel from his face to his neck, where all of his veins are noticeable, making his skin look irresistable.

"Bring Cassie, please!" Anne yells in responde.

I frown, still looking at Harry in detail, my mind overflowing with intrigue. Harry makes a motion with his head in my direction, indicating me to follow him. I approach him but before we can move, Harry stops and looks at my eyes.

"You have your makeup smeared for crying so much," He mutters.

I shrug, "I think I cried more of laughter..."

He sadly smiles and cups my face with both of his hands, his thumb runs over my cheek, wiping the makeup off.

"That's better," He presses his lips against my cheek. "You're even prettier without makeup."

He intertwines our hands as we go downstairs.

"What's wrong, mom?"

"John is outside, he wants to talk with you," She says, looking at me. "I'll give you a minute, alright?"

We nod and Anne leaves us alone.

I look at Harry, taking a breath, "I'm going by myself, Harry."

He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair, "No, no."

"Harry. I'm going by myself." I repeat, sounding determined.

"I don't want you to go alone..." He whispers, resting his forehead on mine.

I close my eyes, his aroma filling my lungs and giving me the strengh I need.

"Stay here, please." I give his hand a gently squeeze. "I'll be fine," I say, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek.

I turn around and walk outside, taking determined steps. The fresh air hits my skin but that's not what makes me shiver. The man with whom I've lived my whole life with is standing in front of me, his eyes making holes in my body; what a twisted thing of fateto know that he's the one who gave me my life and then, he tried to take it away as well.

"What do you want now, John?" I ask him.

He takes a step closer, "I want my daughter back. You can't do this to me from one day to the other. I want you back in home. I won't let you stay in this house that's full of hypocrites."

"Hypocrites? John, stop doing this. They're not hypocrites!"

"Stop going against me for a fucking once!" He yells, making me take a step back.