"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.


10. Hot & Cold



Chapter Ten:
Hot & Cold



Up in my room, I lay on the bed listening to my ipod and texting my friends. It has literally been three days since I left, and only 13 hours since I last seen them and I'm already lost. Addelyn's been texting me quite a bit filling me in on her day to day life. Peyton will strike up conversation every now and then, but Noah.. I haven't heard much from him. You see, Noah's that guy. You know what I'm talking about. The guy that is clearly meant for the girl, but they are both to stupid to realize it, so they are just best friends. It's not like I wanted to date him or anything, but I did care a lot about him. If I were to have feelings for someone, it would most likely be him. Noah's the sweetest guy I've ever met. The day I met him in kindergarten I thought he was really scrawny and weak, however, as he grew older he filled out a bit, and actually, within the last two years, became quite attractive. Noah was super tall, even compared to me, and I'm quite tall compared to the rest of the girls at my school. He was also very lean. His muscles didn't bulk, but he had them in his long, slim arms. His dirty blonde hair fell messily over his forehead, just above his eyes. His crystal blue eyes. He was very quiet, but was a load of fun if you knew him well enough. I really did miss him.

As I lay on my bed thinking of my friends and the things we did together, I heard a knock at the door. I don't understand what was so intriguing about my room, but everyone seemed to want in. 

"It's open!" I shouted, turning down my ipod. Looking up, I saw Niall appear in the doorway. "Hey you. Have fun at the store?" I asked smiling.

"Shut up," he frowned and appraoched my bed.

"What's up?" I ask, pulling my earphones out completely.

"Not a lot. Bored mostly. You?" he asked, sitting at the end of my bed.

"Just thinking about my friends. I miss them." I said, sighing.

"You just saw them yesterday. If you miss them already, living up hear won't be any fun at all." 

"Yeah. It's starting to feel that way."

"Oh come on! We're fun! Or at least... I am! Right?!" 

I laughed. "Oh yes, Niall. You are a hoot," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Well I can't argue with that," he said, smiling confidently.

I rolled my eyes again, and threw a pillow at him. "You are so full of yourself!"

He shrugged. "I just know how awesome I am."

"Or how awesome you think you are," I said.

"Well I ought to tell you, I was talking to this girl once, and she told me that I was pretty cool."

"Oh yeah? Well she must have been on some heavy meds." I joked, knowing he was talking about me.

"Probably," he said aloud before leaning in and whispering, "I hear she's kind of crazy." 

"Hey!" I shouted and hit him with the pillow again. He just laughed, falling back on the bed.

"So, what's got you so bored?" I ask. "I mean, this place could keep me entertained for days."

"Well, I've been hear for more than just a few days, so it doesn't work that way. Besides, if it's so interesting, why are you all kept up in your room all the time?"

"I was downstairs earlier!" I defended myself.

"For like five minutes. That's why I got to keep checking up on you. You might go crazy on me and hurt yourself up hear all by lonesome," he smiled.

"Oh right. Thank you, kind sir. You are my savior." I commented, sarcastically.

"Don't worry about it, miss. It's all part of the job," he said, sticking out his chest, acting tough.

"Oh? And what would that job be?" I asked.

"Babysitting," he smiled, knowing it would tick me off.

I glared at him a minute, staying quiet, before I took my other pillow and slammed it down over his head.

"That's it!" he yelled, jumping up and smacking me with the previous pillow. 

"Ow!" I screamed, hitting him again with my pillow. Suddenly we were hitting each other back and forth, laughing hysterically. Minutes later we were both on our backs, laughing and smiling. "You are such a bully!" I teased.

"You started it!" 

"And I'm ending it!" I said hitting him one last time in the chest. 

"Oh no! Now you've done it again!" he smirked, and tackled me back on the bed. 

Niall had me in a full nelson, just as I caught Liam passing by in the hallway. I noticed him hesitate and glance into the room, before swiftly walking away. My smile quickly dropped to a frown, as I saw something was still bothering him. I began to wonder if I was stealing his friends away. Between him and Harry, I don't know whether I'm wanted or if I'm just causing trouble. 

Without warning, I was pulled out of my thoughts as Niall slammed me down on the bed and sat on me. 

"Get off of me you lard!" I said, huffing for air.

"Not with that attitude," he smirked, obvioiusly confident in his strength.

"Pleaaase?" I asked, batting my eye lashes.

"I'm still not sold," he said, looking down at me.

"What do you want?" I said, still fighting for air.

"For you to admit that I'm the coolest person you know."

"But that would be a lie," I joked. He then proceeded to release some of the weight he was holding back, trying not to crush me, and he dug harder into my abdomen.

"OK! OK!" I said, gasping for air. "You," I breathed in. "are the coolest person I've ever met!" I puffed, breathing out.

"Aw thanks," he smiled, getting off of me.

As I caught my breath, I noticed another familiar face in the hallway. Harry had seen Niall sit on me, and didn't look very pleased. I saw him shake his head and walk away, in a dissapointed manner. I'm not sure what I'm doing, but apparently I'm doing it wrong. This time Niall noticed the look on my face and became curious.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"The usual," I said.

He was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Let's just say, I'm really good at making people mad."

"Like who?" 

"Don't worry it's not important," I sighed, burying my face in my pillow.

"Apparenlty, it is," he said, pushing me over so he could see my face.

"Okay, so maybe it is important, but that doesn't mean I have to tell you," I said.

I watched as he stuck his bottom lip out and pouted. I shook my head gesturing that it wouldn't work, but he continued starting at me. 

I sighed. "Fine." I thought a minute how to start. "I'm pretty sure I've pissed Liam and Harry off big time, and I don't know what I did." 

He began to smile, but pushed it away.

"What?!" I said a bit offended that he was smiling.

"Nothing," he said, the smile reappearing.

"Tell me!" I demanded, staring him down.

"Well," he laughed. "I don't know why Liam's pissed, but I've got a pretty good idea why Harry might be."

I was taken back at this. "Really? Why?!"

"It could have something to do with the fact you were all over me last night," he said, releasing a full smile. 

I didn't know what to say. I didn't think he noticed. He didn't react! Shit. "You noticed?" I said, extremely embarrassed.

"Oh yeah," he smirked. He was having to much fun with this.

"I- I was just trying to- ya know- I mean, why didn't you push me away?" I finally spit out. 

He shrugged. "Because I was fairly sure of what you were doing, and frankly I thought it was hilarious."

I smiled a little. 

"Though, I am a little upset that you used me,"  he teased.

My smile grew wider. "Oh, you liked it," I joked, winking at him.

"Maybe," he shrugged.

I smiled a bit longer, before it dropped completely and I returned to my original thoughts. "Well, why is he still mad? He was fine earlier."

"You talked to him?" he was even caught of guard.

"Yeah. He made me a sandwich and then told me not to let Zayn manipulate me."

"Wow. Well, that's good! I'm glad he's trying."

I shrugged. It's a little late to start  trying now.

He thought a minute, before speaking again. "I think I know why he's mad again."

"Well, don't keep it to yourself, tell me!"

"Look around and think about it," he replied.

I did as he said, and looked around. I was still completely confused."I don't understand," I mumbled. 

He began to lay down on his back and stare up at the ceiling, resting his hands behind his head. "My guess is that he's upset because that stud you were cuddling with last night is now in your bed," he smiled, happy with himself.

I put my head in my hands and sighed. "So Harry things I'm a slut."

"Naah, but he probably thinks I'm a pedophile," he laughed.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, probably! Good thing there's nothing really going on. That could result in some big trouble for you," I said.

"Yeah!" his laugh started to fade. "Good thing..." he mumbled, his smile vanishing completely.

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