"Isn't She Lovely?"

Harry Styles hasn't always made the best life decisions. When a tragic event results in him confronting his past, emotions stir and his life changes drastically. Follow Raegan, Harry's little secret, as she loses her mother and is forced to meet her father for the very first time. Read along as she learns to accept her life with her newly found father, and faces the complications and advantages of living with five young men.


9. Grown Up Stuff



Chapter Nine:

Grown Up Stuff



As the night crept into early morning I had found my only reason to stay awake. Every time I caught Harry staring my direction, I would make some effort to snuggle closer to Niall. Thankfully Niall was too wrapped up in the television to notice. Truthfully, everyone was completely oblivous to anything outside of the big black screen. All except Harry. Harry saw every move I made. I could see the fire in his eyes as I moved closer to Niall. I wasn't sure what drove him crazier. The fact that his little daugther was cuddling with his best friend. Or, that the little demon was making herself a little too comfortable. I assumed it was the second one. Nevertheless, I was having a blast. I don't doubt that I let a smile slip from my lips once or twice, though I tried to play it off, as if I was paying attention to the television. 

I began to realize I had made a mistake. Harry wasn't the only one who noticed my every move. Oh no. As I strived to drive Harry nuts, I had caught someone else's attention. Every now and then Liam would nonchalantly glance my way and take note of how much closer I was to Niall. The consistantsy of his glances increased as he realized that there was no more room for me to get any closer to Niall. Niall and I were hip to hip, with my head still resting on his shoulder. I can't say this was the most comfortable position to be in, but it was a price to pay. I couldn't exactly read Liam's expression, but there was no doubt it bothered him. 

As the show came to an end I tossed and turned acting as if I was slowly waking up. I yawned, playing off my little act, and stood up to head upstairs. Before I could take a step, Harry stormed out of the room. Mission accomplished.

Looking around the room I could tell that everyone was quite confused about what just happened. In my search around the room I noticed another boy other than Harry was missing. Liam was gone too. Man, I'm getting really good at pissing him off. I yawned again, no longer acting, and accepted how tired I really was. I left the boys wondering as I dragged myself up the stairs and into bed. 

I woke up later that morning around 11:00. I had made the conclusion that it was too late for breakfast, and too early for lunch, so I stayed in my room and began putting things away. The enormous room was so spacious that I had no problem finding a place for everything. As I dug through stuff, I once again found that awful poster my mom had bought me. I began to crumple it, when I remembered Niall's face when I almost left it back at the apartment. That thought was followed by the memory of my mother's face when she first gave it to me. I sighed and put it in a drawer. It wouldn't be easy getting rid of that thing. 

Once I had everything unpacked I decided to take a gander at the bathroom. I had known when I had picked the room, that there was a private bathroom attatched, but I had never explored it. My eyes grew wide at the sight of it. The bathroom itself was nicer than my entired bedroom at the apartment. The bathtub, shower, and sink were made soley of a light granite, that matched the sleek tiles on the walls and floor. The bathtub itself was a site to see. I wouldn't doubt that it could fit everyone in the house comfortably. Just around the corner of the large tub sat a tall shower with two shower heads, on opposite ends of each other. Accross from the shower lay a massive mirror covering the wall, which sat nicely above the sink. A line of brightly-lit light bulbs formed around the mirror, giving whoever may use it, a perfect visual of their face. I didn't hesitate to try everything out. I immediatly shut the door, stripped of my clothing and jumped in the tall shower. I was instantly in heaven as the two shower heads sprinkled steaming hot water over both sides of my body. 

After about twenty minutes in the God-like shower, I decided I had better get out. I wrapped a white fluffy towel around my lean body and made my way back into my bedroom. Since I had no idea what the day might hold for me, I dressed comfortably in a grey colored v-neck, and washed out jeans. I then returned to my amazing bathroom and began blow drying my long, blonde hair. I made sure, after it was completely dry, that every inch of my hair was straigthened. I would do anything to look less like Harry. If I weren't so proud of my emerald green eyes, I would have made sure to get colored contacts or something. After a touch of make up, I decided I should probably go find some lunch. As I stepped quitely out of my room I noticed the house was silent. Either the boys had all abandoned me here, or boys really did sleep till 2:00 in the afternoon. 

Nevertheless, I made my way to the kitchen only to find Harry fixing his lunch. Fantastic. By the time I made the decision that I wasn't hungry anymore, Harry had already seen me. 

"Well hello there," he said softly.

Are you kidding me? Did he actually just speak to me? No. He's suppose to be mad at me. "Hi," I said, putting on my best fake smile. 

"Care for some lunch?" he asked. 

'Oh, what now you want to be a father?' I wanted to say so badly. Instead I kept up with my act. "Depends. Whatcha making?" 

"Oh just this delightful little thing they call a sandwich," he teased, and it almost seemed sincere. Why is being nice to me?

"Never heard of such a thing," I replied, sarcastically.

"Oh, you poor child. You must try one," he said, pushing a plate my way. 

On the plate lay a ham and cheese masterpiece. Though I wasn't a huge fan of ham, I took a bite, trying to please Harry. It was delicious. An uknown number of flavors surfaced in my mouth, and I couldn't have been more satisified. "Wow. Quite the invention," I said, being careful not to seem too excited. "Seems to me, like you've mastered it."

"Thanks," he said, wearing that cheeky smile. Before anymore could be said, Zayn entered the kitchen yawning. He was wearing nothing but the gym shorts he had slept in. It was obvious he had been asleep all this time. 

"What's for lunch, Haz?" he said, jumping up on the bar stool next to me. 

"You tell me," Harry said, awaiting Zayn's reply.

"Uhm... I'm feeling like a nice grilled cheese sandwich."

"Oh that does sound good," Harry encouraged.

"I know," Zayn said, almost drooling.

"Well good luck," Harry smirked, and swiftly walked away, leaving Zayn groaning. 

I had finished half my sandwich when I looked up and saw Zayn eyeballing the rest of it. Though I really didn't want to give up my delicious sandwich, I slid him the plate. Just as Zayn picked it up and began moving in for a bite, Harry returned to the kitchen. When he recognized the sandwich in Zayn's hands, he took a full swing and slapped the back of Zayn's head. He then proceeded in taking the sandwich from Zayn and giving it back to me.

"What the hell, Harry?!" Zayn snapped, angrily.

"Get off your lazy ass and get your own food," he snapped back.

"She gave it to me!" Zayn exclaimed.

"Probably out of pitty because your too damn lazy to do it yourself!"

Zayn mumbled something under his breath and then left the room. "You didnt' have to do that," I muttered quietly. 

"Don't worry about it. Zayn's always trying to mooch food off of people. You gotta learn fast to not let Zayn manipulate you," Harry said giving me a stern look.

"Lesson learned," I said, finishing my sandwich.


After lunch I sat in the living room replaying what just happened in my head. Harry talked to me. Harry wasn't mad at me. Harry deffended me in front of Zayn. I repeated those little things to myself several times trying to make any sense of them. Harry had gone back upstairs after I had finished eating, so I had the living room to myself. The sun was shining through the big glass window, radiating warmth over the middle of the room. I decided not to turn on the tv, and just lay in the warm sunlight. 

It wasn't long until someone else joined me in the living room. Without acknowledging my presence, Liam walked over to the big chair he seemed to always sit in, and began reading a book. At this point I honestly don't think he knew I was in the room with him, for he never even looked at me. It was that, or he was sincelerely pissed off. I decided to test it, just to be sure. 

I yawned and sat up to stretch. I watched as Liam basically jumped out of his skin. Good. He wasn't ignoring me. 

I laughed. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"No, I'm sorry. I had no idea you were in the room."

"Don't worry about it. I guess I'm glad I blend in so well," I teased.

Liam smiled, and then went back to reading his book. I continued to lay on the couch and soak in the warm sun. Minutes later, Niall entered the room and dropped down in the chair opposite from Liam. Without acknowledging our presence, he clicked on the tv and flipped to some football game. I watched Liam glare him down and I couldn't help but laugh a little. Niall kept his eyes glued to the tv. 

"Ahem," Liam cleared his throat.

"Oh hey, Liam." Niall said without tearing his eyes from the big screen.

"Can't you watch that somewhere else," Liam mumbled.

"Can't you do whatever you're doing somewhere else?" 

"Considering I was here first... no." Liam growled.

"I'm just gonna go find somewhere else to go," I said, starting to get up.

"No." Liam commanded. "Niall's leaving."

 I sat back at Liam's command. 

"No, I'm really not," Niall looked at me, chuckling. I smiled a bit, and saw Liam shoot me a glare. 

The awkward vibes in the room were broken as Louis walked in fiddling with his car keys. He noticed the annoyance on Liam's face and saw it was directed at Niall. "C'mon Niall," he said. "We're going to the store." 

"Hell if we are," Niall protested. "The game's on!"

The next few minues were quite humorous, as I watched Louis tackle Niall, take the romote and throw it to Liam. Liam then proceeded to turn off the televison and smile at Niall. 

"Bye, bye," Liam smirked. 

"Fuck you guys," Niall scoffed, and walked out the door. 

I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. Liam ignored me and went back to reading his book. Something was up with him. He would have never made Niall leave before. 

"Liam?" I said, interrupting his book.

"Yes?" he asked peering over it.

"What's wrong?" 

"What do you mean?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.

"I don't know. You seem... touchy today," I said hoping not to offend him.

"Oh. Nothing. I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night," he said quickly. "Too much on my mind, I guess."

"Like what?" I asked. Yeah, I was prying, but I wanted to know the cause of Liam's odd behavior.

"Don't worry about it," he smiled. "It's grown up stuff." 

"Ohhh right. Well then, nevermind me, I'll just go upstairs and play with my dolleys," I said, getting up and rolling my eyes.

"That a girl," he said mocking me.

"Oh. But before I go.." I walked over to his chair and leaned in close, whispering in his ear. "Don't forget to take your pain meds, Grandpa." I winked and then ran up the stairs. As I reached the top I looked down to see Liam smiling up at me. 

"What was that? I don't have my hearing aid in."

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