Take Me Home (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Daphne was on her way home from the shops when she noticed a bit of conflict outside someone's home.
While attempting to break up a fight between two girls, Daphne was injured herself.
Who would've thought that a little bloody nose could go such a long way?...


10. Chapter 10

Harry looked over at me, surprised by my presence as I stood beside him. Once he was done removing the cover to the pool in its entirety, he began peeling off his clothes. Janice began doing the same except she kept her undershirt on. Zayn even began undressing as well, right before Harry jumped in only wearing his briefs.

Kicking off my boots and shimmying out of my leggings, I slowly peeled my tunic up and over my head, dropping it on the ground. Zayn was already climbing in the pool in just his boxers as I quickly took off my cami, standing there in only my black, lacy bra and matching panties. An icy breeze hurried my movement to the ladder in the corner. Slowly lowering my body down into the heated water, I glanced up to catch Harry staring just as Janice swam her way over to him.

Keeping my glare at a minimum, I slipped beneath the surface, soaking my hair so it was all wet. Once I came back up for air, I blinked away the water from my eyes before kicking off the bottom of the pool and reaching for Zayn. Latching onto his back, I draped my arms around his neck as he slowly walked around the pool. Looking over to the other side, I noticed Janice was nearly doing the same, except from the front. I could see Harry's hands around her bum beneath the water and I felt my heart beginning to ache.

I wasn't really sure of what to do. I was drunk and my thoughts weren't processing smoothly. My body was beginning to tingle beyond my control and all I was aching for was Harry's touch. It was like my mind hadn't even grasped onto the fact that I was attached to Zayn, but I knew in the end that I was still focused on Harry. And to make things awkward, he knew that I was staring over at him.

"I guess she really isn't a lesbian, huh?" I asked, unaware that my voice was magnified as it bounced across the water. "Is it bad that I'm actually jealous?" Zayn began snickering beneath me as I started to pout, resting my chin on his shoulder.

"No. Harry's a good lookin' lad." he admitted as I let go of him, allowing my body to drift away in the water.

"I know. . .everyone's been saying that." I muttered, almost excepting my defeat as my back collided with the wall of the pool.

Hoping that I could maybe gain some leverage on the situation, I found myself pressing my body against the wall again, my arms laid out and aligned with the edge of the pool, my dripping wet bra exposed right above the waterline. It was absolutely freezing, but it was the only way I could think of to draw Harry over to me.

"Harrrrry, c'mere!" I found myself calling out to him, not sure if my words had all mushed themselves together. Luckily, there wasn't an ounce of soberness in me left to care. I was wanted him near me.

Continuing to stare off at Janice and Harry at the other end, I hid my excitement as I watched him break away from her, his broad body making his way over to me through the water. Letting go of the edge of the pool, I plopped back down into the water as he finally arrived, his body only a few inches in front of mine.

I wasn't sure if it was my breathing that I began to hear or if it was his, but my heart began to race when he trapping me between him and the wall, his hands holding edge of the pool on either side of my head. His face came in closer to me as my body began to heat up all over. Locking my eyes with his, I somewhat cocked my head to the side as something felt off.

"Daph, can you and Zayn please go." he asked quietly, my heart freezing to a complete stop.

"What?" I breathed out in disbelief, staring back at him, my stare shifting back and forth between his eyes. He had to have been joking.

"Really, it's becoming a bit awkward; you two. And Janice is over there. . ." he continued. "And you're being loud." 

"You're serious." I deadpanned, my voice flat; almost raw. My heart began to thumb again, feeling the blood rushing through my veins as Harry stared back at me, blankly.

"Just go." he said again, removing his grasp from the edge as he backed away, his eyes set on me for another moment before he swam back to Janice.

Feeling my insides beginning to break-down at the brutal feeling of rejection, my eyes were immediately flooded by tears. My body finally jerked to life as I quickly swam back to the ladder, not bothering to control my splashing as I pulled myself up and out of the warmth. In only my soaked bra and panties, I crossed my arms as I neglected Zayn's voice and the pile of clothes on the floor and made my way to the house.

Sniffling uncontrollably, I didn't dare look back at the pool as I pulled open the sliding glass door, locking it behind me as I stood in the house in complete darkness. It was obvious the rest of the house was asleep, or at least appeared to be, as I stood there exposed and feeling like absolute shit, dripping all over the floor.

I didn't know who that boy in the pool was and what happened to the old Harry? The one that would've pinned his body against mine and started sucking at my neck, his fingers playing at my panty-line. What happened to the witty, cheeky boy that I had regrettably fallen for? Either I was just that drunk that I had massively fucked up on my own, or he had turned into a complete jackass. -Who really was this Janice girl, anyway?

"Uh, are you alright?"

Gasping as a light across the room flicked on, I covered my face in complete and utter embarrassment as Gemma stared back at me, wide-eyed.

"I am so sorry." I mustered up, crossing my arms over my chest. Tears were clearly streaming down my face and my body was literally dripping on the tiled floor. I was completely exposed to the one person in the house who intimidated me most; Harry's older sister.

"It's fine." she quickly replied, approaching me, a questionable expression on her face.

"I am so drunk." I muttered, smacking my forehead in embarrassment, still trying to process everything that had just happened. Though Gemma was nearly grilling me for an explanation, I really didn't know where to even begin, so I started with the obvious. "And your brother is a fucking asshole."

"Come on, let's get you a towel." she began, waving me to follow her. Carefully, following her across the slippery floor, she glanced back at me before grabbing a dish towel form the cupboard. She proceeded to unfold it and lay it out on the kitchen floor. "Stand here." she ordered before disappearing.

In what felt like seconds, Gemma returned with a large bath towel, shirt and a pair of pajama pants. Wrapping the thick cotton around my body, I managed to get to the bathroom without too much of a problem. My head still felt like a snowglobe that had just been shaken and abused, but I was trying my best to focus on drying my body.

Leaving my wet bra and panties in the sink, I exited the bathroom in Gemma's dry clothes. Entering the living room, I allowed my body to collapse in the corner spot on the couch, quickly slouching down before leaning to the side and propping my head up with my arm.

"Are you gonna be alright?" Gemma asked me, sounding a bit worried. I tried my best to focus on her stare, but I gave up and closed my eyes. "I think you should just get some sleep." I heard her suggest as I felt my conscious leaving me.

I was out like a light.

- - - - -

My body rolled around in attempt to get comfortable. After a few moments of solid failure, I found myself squinting at the sunlight. Frowning, I slowly realized where I had fallen asleep the night before and began to panic. I was literally sprawled out across Harry's living room couch, bumming it in a pair of oversized pajama bottoms and a tshirt.

Taking my time sitting up, I held my forehead before standing and making my way over to the bathroom. I relieved my bladder before groggily shuffling into the kitchen, stealing a glance at Harry at the table who was sitting with his phone in hand and a cup of tea in front of him. I wondered how actual flames hadn't started shooting out of my eyes and over to him, though he seemed to be shooting the same right back at me.

My initial plan was to make myself at home (like Anne had told me many times before) and grab something from the fridge and leave, but for some reason the douche stand-in for the Old Harry spoke.

"My mum went out to get eggs for breakfast." he stated bluntly, not looking up at me from his phone. I snatched the carton of orange juice from the door and retrieved a cup, not bothering to answer. "So, I heard you had a fun night." he commented, his voice still low. I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk to him at all, remembering the stunt he had pulled with Janice. The thought made my stomach tighten.

"Likewise." I replied flatly, shaking my head. "Except, I didn't have to hear about it. I saw it with my own eyes." Sipping my juice, I leaned against the kitchen counter, facing Harry's back.

"I really don't think I would've wanted to see you and Zayn hooking up." he responded, spinning in his seat to look at me. I stared back at him wide eyed; not because he knew, but because he was attempting to attack me because of it.

"What's it to you?" I nearly shrieked in disbelief, wondering how he even had the decency to make a comment after he had been such a massive asshole in the pool. It was too damn early to feel so infuriated.

"But. . .Zayn though? C'mon Daph." Harry reiterated with a sigh of disappointment. The nerve.

"Really, Harry? You're coming at me for hooking up with someone? What about Janice the lesbian, huh? That's not any better, you know!" though I had yet to look at myself in the mirror, I could easily feel the ugliness that was being displayed. Harry sure knew how to pluck my sourest nerve.

". . .Janice is straight." he responded emotionlessly.

"Pfft." I huffed, crossing my arms and furrowing my brow even harder than I thought it could.. It was almost guaranteed that I looked like a pouting child at that exact moment, but I didn't care. Cheers to Hungover Daphne. "All we did was make-out. It was nothing even that serious." I admitted, feeling confident with my statement. It was true, though.

"Yeah, with one of my best mates!" though his tone somewhat sounded hurt, all my brain was allowing me to comprehend was whine whine whine, bullshit butt-hurting banter, whine.

"I really don't see why you're being so pissy. You're lashing out like a hormonal teenager right now." I muttered, finishing my cup of juice and placing it in the sink.

"I think you're the one who's being hormonal." he accused, hitting the bull right on the horn. I didn't think my face could harden anymore than it already had, but it did.

"Yeah? And that's my fault?" I questioned, watching as he shot me a 'WTF, yes' look. "Okay, Mr.I've-Been-Leading-You-On-Since-Day-One, please" I snapped. "And then you go and blow me off when I was ready to throw in the damn flag. Wow, I can't believe I was so stupid!"

As my lips spilled the sour truth, I realized that I was working myself up with every word I spoke. Frustrated with Harry, Janice and even myself for drinking that much the night before, I was just done. I was hungover, sore, emotionally drained and just plain tired. I need to go home.

Without a single word and acting out of complete frustration, I hurried out of the kitchen and to the front door. Pulling it open to leave, I nearly ran into Anne who was entering with shopping bags full of food.

"Oh, look who's up!" she smiled at me. "I think I got enough for you and all the boys, you think?" Anne chuckled, her eyes locking onto mine as she stepped past me. It took her a minimum of two seconds to realize something was wrong and began to frown.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." my voice was barely audible as my eyes quickly began to swell. I hurried outside and down the walkway as Anne called after me.

"Daphne sweetie, you don't have any shoes!"

My heart breaking even more for having to ignore her, I tried to focus on the ice cold stinging beneath my feet as they collided with the pavement. I moved my legs as quickly as I could, hurrying back to my house. Realizing that I didn't have any of my belongings with me, I began to feel like a complete idiot. But that ended up being just another reason for me to cry harder. Luckily for me, there was a key to my front door hidden beneath a flower pot in the garden. I was going to be hibernating for the rest of the day.


Oh my gosh, this chapter.


Even I'm like, shit, did that really just happen?


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