"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.


11. "The Sixth Sense"



Chapter Eleven:

"The Sixth Sense"



I laid in bed thinking of what I'd done to make them so upset with me, and what I could do to fix it. But where to start? I mean, I could go apologize to Harry, and assure him that there is nothing going on between me and Niall, but I don't even know why Liam's mad at me. I've considered confronting him and asking him what I've done several times, but I can't be sure that he'll tell me if I do. There's something about Liam, and I don't know what it is, that makes me search for his approval. I can't stand the feeling that I've done something to upset him. 

Niall left after about an hour or so of talking. I continued to lay in bed and think. Around seven, Zayn came up and told me it was time for dinner. I could tell by his expression that he wasn't used to having dinner together every night, but I just assumed it was another one of Harry's attempted efforts at being a father. As I walked into the kitchen I saw nothing but dishes in the sink. I was surprised to hear chatter coming from the dining room, which sat off from the kitchen and usually remained empty. I rounded the corner to find a room full of cheeky grins, and mouth watering smells. Every one of the boys was sat at the table with loads of food in front of them. Each of them had an empty plate, as they were waiting for me. I took a seat between Zayn and Louis and watched as Harry gave a nod and all the boys dug in. I looked to Harry who was wearing the biggest of all the cheeky grins and mouthed to him, "You did this?" He nodded again with no sign of his smile fading. "Wow," I mouthed back, before digging in to the delicious food. 

As I filled my mouth with the delicious dinner Harry had prepared, I couldn't help but glancing around the room. Louis, who sat next to me, was deep into conversation with Harry about him and his fiance, Eleanor. I could see Harry's grin begin to fade as his best mate talked about his future and how he'd be moving out. Zayn, who was on the other side of me, ignored everyone, piling food into his mouth. Niall sat across from me, alternating between shoving food in his mouth and rambling to Liam about what they were going to watch on TV after dinner. It was obvious Liam was uninterested, but he still tried to give Niall his full attention. As usual, I caught Liam glance my way several times throughout dinner. I glanced in his direction often as well, trying to get his attention. However, every time I would look at him, he would look away. 

After dinner, everyone gathered in the living room, as usual. Louis got to Liam's chair before he did, and Harry took the one across from him. I sat in my usual spot on the couch, and Niall dropped down beside me. I saw Harry glance my way and I held up both hands in defense. I assumed that Harry and I were good, because he just chuckled and looked away. Liam was second to last entering the room, and since his chair was taken, he sat down beside me. Zayn entered the room last, and took a seat beside Niall. As soon as everyone was settled, I leaned back and anticipated the argument of what to watch.

Each of the boys exploded with ideas on what to watch, but were all cut off by Louis. "I think we should watch a movie tonight." Suddenly everyone was quiet. 

"Okay? So what do we watch?" Zayn asked.

Once again the entire room burst into murmurs of which movie to watch. I laughed to see Liam leaning his head back in annoyance. Just then the perfect movie popped into my head. 

"I think we should watch 'The Sixth Sense.'" Everyone turned to me as if I were crazy.

"A horror film?" Louis asked, unsure.

I shrugged. 

"I'm up for it!" Niall shouted.

Zayn and Harry shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

It was silent for a minute, before Louis shrugged and found the movie on netflix.

I half regretted my choice as the movie began playing. I love watching scary movies, but I'm the worst at handling them. I can never seem to say no, but I also never fail to scream and/or jump. 

Niall got up to shut the lights off, and my nightmare began. I'm one of those people who get paranoid that the monster under the couch will grab their feet, so I quickly got up and retreived a blanket. I got a few looks from around the room, because it was at least 70 degrees inside the house, but I ignored them and returned to the couch. As I sat back down, Niall rolled his eyes and smiled. In response, I playfully hit him in the shoulder and told him not to judge me. He stuck his tongue out at me, before turning his attention to the movie.

In all honesty, "The Sixth Sense" isn't really all that scary, but nonetheless, I jumped everytime one of the ghosts appeared. Niall made fun of me during the first few jumps, but began ignoring me around the sixth. I'm pretty sure I made Liam jump everytime I did, just because he wasn't expecting it. Halfway through the movie, I had already jumped about 8 times, and was completely wrapped up in my blanket, barely peeking over the top. Just when I thought I was done jumping, I felt a hand wrap around my own. This was probably the biggest jump of them all, for it was an intense part of the movie, and I wasn't expecting anyone to touch me. Before I could process what was going on, Niall shot me an odd look.

"What are you jumping for? Nothing has even happened yet," he questioned me.

I shrugged. "Just getting ready.." I teased.

"Weirdo," he said, rolling his eyes, once again.

"I told you not to judge me!" I whispered.

He chuckled to himself, and returned his attention back to the movie. When I was sure he wasn't paying any more attention to me, my mind exploded. The hand that had previously wrapped itself around mine, was still there and showed no sign of movement. I glanced to my left, looking out the corner of my eye for any response from it's owner, but no reaction was given. Any interest in the movie was torn from my mind, as I contemplated what was happening. Before completely freaking out, I decided to test it. I locked my eyes on the big TV screen, making sure it was obvious I was paying attention to the movie, and ever so slightly turned my hand over, so my palm was facing up. Without removing it's grip, Liam's hand readjusted, and interlocked it's fingers with mine. My throat went dry, and my mind went wild as reality set in. Every question you can think of ran through my mind. 'What is he doing? Why? What does this mean? Is he being serious? Why is he acting like this isn't a big deal?' and many more all gathered in the midst of my thoughts. I continually glanced up at him, searching for some sort of reaction, but his face remained the same. After moments of panick, I began to relax and calm myself down. I repeatedly told myself that it wasn't what I thought it was, and eventually, everything would make sense. Though the questions didn't part from my mind, I tried focusing, once again, on the movie.

The rest of the movie went fairly smooth. I was too consumed in my thoughts to even think about the ghosts, and everyone else seemed to be having a good time. As the movie came to an end, Niall jumped up to turn on the lights, and I immedialty felt Liam release my hand. Yawns and meaningless murmus filled the room as each of the boys got up to stretch. Zayn, who had fallen asleep during the movie, left the room without saying anything. Harry and Louis both mumbled "g'night" before dragging themselves up the stairs, as well. Liam and Niall stayed back to chat, and I got up to follow everyone else. 

My mind was still filled with unanswered questions, and I could only hope it wasn't showing on my face. I mumbled "goodnight" as I started for the stairs, but was quickly cut off.

"Leaving so soon?" Niall asked, putting on his "puppy dog eyes".

"Yep. I'm exhausted," I lied. I couldn't even think about sleep.

"Oh, c'mon. Just a few more minutes?" Niall begged.

I glanced to Liam, hoping for some response, but was dissapointed when his face remained the same. 

"Nah, I'm just gonna go to bed," I half-smiled, and began walking up the stairs.

"Okaaaay. Well goodniiight!" Niall shouted, obviously not tired at all.

"Goodnight," I said, looking briefly back at him. Before turning back to walk up the stairs, my eyes caught Liam's warm, caramel ones. 

"Goodnight," Liam whispered, softly. 

"Goodnight," I said, without shifting my eyes. The few moments I spent staring briefly into his eyes, felt like a lifetime. It wasn't until Niall coughed, that I snapped back to reality.

"You okay?" I mumbled, erasing Liam from my mind.

"Yeah?" he laughed. "I'm fine."

"Ohh," I laughed awkwardly, "good!" I finished, and sprinted up the stairs. 

As I closed the door to my bedroom, I immediatly walked to my bed and fell face first into my pillows.

A loud groan escaped my lips, as Liam reentered my mind.

It was going to be a long night. 

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