Forced to become Mrs Styles (A Harry Styles AU)

Chapter five.

Chapter five.

(AN – PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT)

 

The loud sound of a reversing lorry awakes me, groaning I look at my phone noticing its 10:30 am so I might as well just get up.

Last nights drive home with Harry was rather different to any pervious time we’ve spent together, he seemed quite friendly and flirtatious. However I’m just putting that down to some kind of joke of his, we hate each remember.

I still haven’t spoken to Dad since I walked out of grandma’s house two days ago.

Having just awoken I’m in desperate need of my morning coffee so make my way down stairs and into the kitchen.

It seems dad’s already in the kitchen, great.

 “Morning sweetheart, I’ve made you pancakes sit down” he says with a smile tapping the kitchen counter motioning for me to sit on a bar stool.

Does he seriously think making me pancakes will solve this? Not a chance!

I take a seat anyway because I’m hungry and truth be told I love pancakes so there wasn’t much of a chance in me turning them down, that’s probably why dad cooked them. This doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven him, something this huge and life changing can’t be forgiven so quickly.

Throughout breakfast we manage to hold small conversations of nothing more than general small talk.

“Maybe we should talk about what happened on your birthday” Dad suggests suddenly taking the conversation away from the light topics we’d previously being discussing.

I place my knife and fork on top of my plate and carry them over the sink before turning on my heel and going back upstairs to my bedroom, I do this without uttering a single word as I’m not ready to talk about it or argue. I can’t deal with any more drama right now, I really need a break from it all.

I sit on my bed and turn my music up as loud as possible while scrolling through tumblr on my laptop.

I’m not sure how long this carries on for, you know what its like getting lost within the world of tumblr. It gives me chance to forget about everything that is going on in my life and get lost in a made up one full of boyband members covered in tattoos.

After a while I’m snapped out of my imaginations by the sound of my phone ringing.

Its Harry.

I debate whether or not to answer as I’m not sure if its something of importance or just Harry being his typical annoying self.

Before I’ve fully come to a decision I find myself answering his call.

  “Wow didn’t think you‘d pick up” Harry laughs.

“I can still hang up you know” I tell him.

“Look my friend is having a party, well not a party really a gathering there’s not many people going just me and three friends. So well I was wondering if you wanted to come, you can bring Amy as well. It’s just well I guess homes not much fun right now and I kind of feel responsible for it’’ he stutters in places sounding a little nervous.

I don’t reply straight away I just sit there silently thinking over my options.

“So….?” Harry asks again.

“Umm well you’re right it is pretty shit at home and it is your fault. I guess a party might not be too bad. Yeah I’ll come” I shrug not fully realising he can’t see my laidback expression.