Bad ➣ Harry Styles

eighteen

☓ Noelle ☓

"Someone's at the door!" Archie screamed from the kitchen making me groan in annoyance

"You're closer!" I screech from my bedroom over my loud music

"I got it last time!" He called back

"You're closer!" I repeat

"For the love of God! Noelle just get the bloody door!" Dad interrupted our bickering being echoed throughout the house

"I do everything around this place, no one helps out." I grumble angrily to myself as I stomped down the stairs and fling open the front door with force.

My features softened as I was met with a pair of green orbs and a mop of curls dressed with his signature smirk on his pink lips.

"Oh Harry, hi?" I greet, my sentence sounding more like a question

"Hello Noelle." He smiled cheekily

"What are you doing here?" I ask leaning against the wooden frame

"The project? You told me to come round yesterday..so I came.." Harry explained a slight blush creeping on his cheeks

"Oh crap! I forgot! So sorry, please come in!" I gush gesturing the tall boy to enter

"I assume you had more important things to do, like deafen the whole neighbourhood." Harry teased slipping off his brown boots

"Don't start, Styles." I joked nudging his shoulder

"Who is it?" Mum asked from the living room

"Harry." I answer

Before I even had chance to get up the first step, mum appeared in the hall with a bright smile on her lips.

God sake.

"Hello Harry! How are you sweetheart?" she welcomed him making my cringe

Sweetheart.

"I'm well thank you, yourself?" Harry answered, rather politely.

"Good thank you." Mum smiled giving his arm a tap

"You look lovely as usual, Mrs.Foster." He added giving her his signature smirk

Mum blushed making me roll my eyes.

Harry can even flirt with a married woman and make her feel special.

"Right, okay, that's enough! We are going upstairs and I suggest you stay down here, mum." I exclaim

"C'mom Harry." I continue grabbing his hand and marching up the stairs

Once we reached my room, I paused my music before sitting down comfortably on my bed.

"Make yourself at home." I say as I watched Harry push himself off the wall and on to the bed beside me.

we sat in silence for a moment before I decided to break the ice,

"So, tell me a bit more about yourself now we are-"

"Friends." Harry cut off with a wide smile

"I was going to say acquaintances but ugh..whatever floats your boat." I shrug

"Oh.. Well alright then, acquaintances it is." He mumbled running a hand through his hand

"Anyway, tell me about your family." I suggest

"I live with my mum, Anne, my sister, Gemma and step-dad, Rob." He explained and I nodded

"Are you close to your family?" I ask