Dark -Harry Styles Fan Fiction-

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21. Near the end guys

Bo’s POV

“I need to pee.” I informed Harry, struggling to free myself from the tangle of limbs.

I ruffled his hair, the distraction providing me the chance to escape despite the tickle of fingers.

“Go and pee then.” He laughed.

I caught hold of the duvet, sliding it from the bed before my efforts were stunted. I glanced back to see Harry, covers clenched tightly in his fists. The rumple of curls on his head poked out from his cosy cocoon.

“No.” He whined in a pout.

I was at a disadvantage if it came down to a tug of war.

“Harry, I need to go.” My voice pleaded.

“Leave the duvet.”

“But, I…Harry, I haven’t got anything on.”

My bottom lip became trapped between my teeth as I scanned the floor for some clothes, everything was out of reach. There was nothing I could quickly grab by just leaning out of bed. A t-shirt was folded over by the chair, but that still required a substantial run.

“I don’t mind.” Harry grinned.

Of course he wouldn’t mind. I on the other hand wasn’t all that comfortable with giving him a streaking show. But I really needed to pee.

Oh, sod it.

I could feel the blaze of Harry’s vision watching as I cautiously slipped from the warmth of bed. I swore at the cool feel to the air, deciding I wasn’t going to draw this out any longer than necessary. A squeak escaped my mouth as Harry pinched my backside in what he thought would be encouragement. It certainly got me moving. My back was kept to him. But my hurried dash was accompanied by an appreciative whistle as Harry stuck his fingers in his mouth.

“Go on, Baby!” He shouted before I slammed the bathroom door laughing.

Upon finishing using the facilities I prepared myself to face Harry in all my naked glory once again. But I didn’t have to.

“There’s a shirt and shorts on the door handle.” He called.

I cracked the door a small way to discover the clothes Harry had hung for me. I thanked him with a blown kiss which he humorously accepted from his position in bed. The shirt was familiar to me, the one that I had informally acquired from Harry’s wardrobe. It was dark, chequered and held his masculine scent. I tugged the shorts up before revealing myself to the room in which Harry was waiting. He smiled still tucked into the desired security of the duvet.

“Now that you’re up, you can get me that cup of tea.”

So that’s what he’d planned.

“But you must have had to get up to put the clothes on the door.”

He innocently shrugged.


“Good girl.”

“Don’t patronise me.” I scolded to which Harry laughed.

A black hairband was swiped from the side and I used it to tie my hair back from my face in a messy ponytail as I strolled down the hall. I entered the kitchen, quickly regretting my choice of bare feet against the icy tiles. Before getting mugs down I flicked on the radio, recognising the recent song of a band I’d introduced Harry to.

I had no idea why he insisted in storing the needed mugs so high up. My body had to scale the kitchen worktop in order to reach the top shelf of the far-right cupboard. Once safely down I placed tea bags in each and waited for the kettle to boil whilst singing along to the radio. The noise from down the hall was drowned out with the music presently playing, and I assumed it was the postman pushing letters through the front door.

The fridge door swung open, stooping to a lower level in search of the milk. I let out a groan.

“Harry!” I called. “Harry, you put the empty milk carton back in the fridge again!”

He was a right pest when it came to this sort of thing. I’d told him before, if it’s empty put it in the bin or recycle it. Harry never seemed to learn. I took his silent reply as a sign of disregard. Maybe he knew I was annoyed and was choosing to steer clear. Whatever the reason, I decided to confront him.

However, I soon discovered an empty bed when peeling back the duvet. I padded over to the bathroom door, knocking twice only to gather the absence of Harry’s presence in that space as well.


He was in the living room, his back to the doorframe. A pair of joggers had been tugged up Harry’s lower half, leaving his stunning torso on show. I couldn’t understand his uncharacteristic quiet until my eyes fell upon the two women he was focusing on. I had an awful feeling I was interrupting the conversation that had ceased upon my arrival. But the uncertainty didn’t last long.

The milk carton fell to the floor as the older out of the two females flung her arms around my neck. I must have looked like a rabbit in headlights. I was tightly squeezed, forced to absorb the sweet smelling perfume she wore. As emotional tears trickled down to my skin, I reciprocated her embrace in an attempt to comfort. I felt disorientated, having no clue what was going on.

“Thank you for bringing my baby back to me.” She quietly cried.


The woman was still lovingly latched onto me as Harry moved forward.

“Mum.” He almost whined, clearly somewhat embarrassed by his mother’s startling gesture.

Our embrace was cut short as her arms were pried from me. She lightly curved her lips, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. I giggled upon hearing the younger female laugh. Her short blonde hair swayed slightly as she peered around to witness my amusement. Her eyes gave her away, the same captivating green Harry’s held. Jess. I had to be. But my intrigue was soon answered.

“Bo, this is my mum, Kathy and my sister, Jess.” He gestured respectfully. “I didn’t know you were stopping by.”

The clipped tone he used told me he was a little annoyed. Knowing Harry he would have probably liked to arrange a meeting and not have it thrust upon us. But I didn’t mind, I was pleased to see them, finally.

“We were in the area.”

“It’s lovely to meet you both.” I smiled.

“You too, Hunny.”

We were silent for a few moments, Harry’s arm drifting to fit around my back, fingers carefully stroking in an effort to relax. Two sets of eyes were intently staring at us, smiling at the gentle affection being given. Their curious gazes led me to assume that they weren’t used to seeing this side of Harry. I wondered if they had ever seen him with a girl at all.

“You’re still in your pyjamas.” Harry’s mum casually commented, her skin crinkling around her eyes as she smiled.

I felt the teasing squeeze on my hip, drawing me closer into his side.

“Mum, we’ve only just got up.”

“It’s nearly midday, sweetie.”

It was a mother worrying about her child, perhaps overly so having not been able to care for her son for the last four years. It must have been difficult to adapt to the current situation, a leap in time; missing out on nurturing Harry into a young adult. It wasn’t neglect, it was absence on Harry’s part. But before anyone else could reply, a humoured voice spoke out.

“Well, they were probably doing something more fun than sleeping last night.” Jess stifled a musical giggle behind her hand.

My face flared a bright shade of pink as Harry’s bare chest became the subject of interest. The love bite I had given him in an act of passion seemed increasingly prominent in the new light. This embarrassment shadowed over the thought of my own mother discovering the marks I had left on Harry’s body. This was my first and only impression I had to give to Harry’s family, and we had practically just rolled out of bed from an active night in the sheets. I prayed for some sort of relief, a distraction, anything.

I hastily shifted my body in front of Harry’s, hoping to hide his freshly brandished skin. I rubbed my cheek with the cuff of his shirt I was currently adorning, trying to squirm away from the uncomfortable feeling. An arm playfully tightened around my waist. Jess was still laughing as I turned my head slightly to communicate a little more privately.

“Go and put a t-shirt on.” I mumbled to Harry almost harshly.

He appeared highly entertained by my mortification, eyes glittering with humour.

“Come with me.”

I was tugged towards the door frame, following suit behind Harry.

“Excuse us, we’re going to change. Make yourselves at home.” He indicated for them to take a seat on one of the leather sofas.


“Oh my god.” I grumbled, flopping back to the bed with my hands concealing my face. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

The sheets were still in a mess on top of the mattress, evidence of Harry’s sudden departure before opening the door to his unexpected guests. Even with my swirling thoughts, his scent still infiltrated my conscious, comfort and temptation all pleasingly rolled into one.

“Bo, it’s fine.”

“No.” I shot up. “It’s not fine, we were just outted by your sister in front of your mum. It’s not a great first meeting.”

Why was he not feeling the same sense of guilt I was? My hands were taken, hoisting me up from the mattress. A kiss pressed to my cheek as I frowned into our hug. The gesture put me somewhat at ease.

“You don’t need to worry.” He smiled in reassurance. “I’m going for a shower; give you a chance to talk to them.”

Harry then continued in his quest to find some clean clothes. A grey t-shirt was picked up only for it to be dropped back to the floor after Harry sniffed at the fabric. I followed him around the bed.

“On my own? About what?” I anxiously interrogated.

“I don’t know, girly stuff.” He spoke, rummaging around in a drawer. “Women always find something to talk about.”

“I think that generalisation is a little wide.”

“Bo, they’re not going to bite.”

Harry turned when he failed to receive the laugh he was hoping for, peering at me for a few moments before closing the space between us. My cheek was cupped when I refrained from eye contact.

“They’re going to love you.” Our noses rubbed. “Because I love you.”

It was obvious that the phrase was still a little foreign to us; the quiet words still erupting butterflies in my stomach. I reciprocated the affection, voicing my feelings for Harry, causing him to grin.

“Right, go on.” He spoke, spinning me around and lightly smacking my backside.

My harsh stare was met with a mocking pout to his lips. Harry winked before humming as he made his way to the bathroom. It only took a few minutes to make myself a more presentable, finding some clothes that I had left at his place from previous visits. The shirt remained, but it was paired with a vest top underneath. My hair was left in my messy pony tail. Until I had a shower there wasn’t much I could do about it. Jeans were just about wriggled up my legs before there was a knock at the door. There was little delay, Jess appearing in the doorway. She seemed to disregard my flustered state, moving forwards into Harry’s room as if it were her own.

“We thought you were hiding from us.” She laughed. “Come on.”

With that my hand was taken in hers and I was guided back down the hall to where Harry’s mum was still sat on the sofa.


It was strange, despite the limited amount of time we had had together I felt at ease. Kathy had a much quieter nature compared to Jess, whose hands were constantly gesturing in the air as she spoke. I had learnt that Jess wasn’t one to be concerned with what people thought, and I admired that about her. But I had a feeling Harry would have attempted to tame that side of her when they were younger, perhaps being embarrassed by his sister’s forwardness.

As I witnessed the interaction in front of me, I came to recognise certain familiar characteristics, both in physical features and personality. It was clear where Harry had inherited his dark, curly hair from, his mother’s longer and obviously more styled. He also shared the same flare I could see within Jess, their sense of humour a firm match as she laughed, tucking her legs up underneath her on the sofa.

I sat and listened to the amusing stories being told at Harry’s expense. At times they had me spluttering out the water I drank to wash down my toast which I ate on the sofa opposite the two women. They had politely refused the cup of tea, minus the milk, I had offered them. It seemed both were content with just sitting and conversing, about what I did, what I wanted to do in the future. But the discussion soon made a turn back to Harry.

“What was Harry like when he was younger?” I asked, finishing off my breakfast that was now more like lunch.

“I guess like most teenagers really, he was a bit grumpy. But he was always very sweet, always wanted to help. He had that protective streak in him.”

I knew all too well how far Harry would go to ensure someone’s safety, sometimes in complete disregard to his own. It didn’t surprise me to learn that those instincts reached further back into his younger years. It made me wonder how it began, what event had taken place for Harry to suddenly turn, or had it been a progression of one thing after another. My heart ached at the thought of a young boy sacrificing the fun of learning to ride a bike to instead worry about the safety of his family. Everyone deserved a childhood.

“He used to have panic attacks.” Jess casually interjected.

Her abrupt comment caught me off guard, gently pushing away the image of big-green eyed little boy, with curly hair.

“Really? Because of your..” I quickly trailed off. “Sorry.”

A pang of guilt hit me at the insensitivity I had displayed.

“Don’t be.” Kathy spoke with a small smile. “I’m guessing Harry has told you?”

I gave her a light nod in confirmation of the conversations her son and I had had.

“It’s nice to know he has someone to talk to about it. Harry had bit of a problem with bottling his feelings up.”

Kathy looked to Jess, her daughter lightly taking her hand. She appeared thankful of the gesture, collecting her thoughts before floating back to me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting further forward on my cushions.

My feet rubbed together, trying to straighten out the socks Harry had leant me. Jess had nervously bunched up the sleeve of her jumper over her free hand.

“Does Harry fight?”

“Oh I..”

“We know about his boxing, but does he get into fistfights out of work?”

I had no idea how to answer their anxious question. It was a little upsetting to see the concern in their eyes. Harry obviously hadn’t opened up completely to them about the life he started without them.

“We only ask because Jess and I are a bit worried about him.”

She turned her head momentarily to her daughter, looking for reassurance of her feelings.

“Harry’s been in a few fights, but I’ve talked to him. He promised he’ll tone it down.”

Multiple sighs of relief were heard upon receiving my answer. Their bodies both visibly relaxed, falling back further into the sofa.

“That’s good to know.”

The mood appeared to lighten with the information, the same smile I had seen on Harry’s face a number of times spread across pink-tinted lips.

“Come and sit over with us.” Jess gestured. “You’re so far away.”

I happily made my way over to the adjacent seating. Both females shifted to make space in between them, allowing a third person to sit comfortably.

“I’m so pleased to hear that you’re looking after him.”

“I think he takes care of me more than anything.” I joked.

“Physical strength has nothing to do with emotional challenges. But you’re helping him through that, I can’t thank you enough, Bo.”

Her reply made me realise that I had neglected to see the ways in which I was caring for Harry. The sensitive subjects we had discussed had been imprisoned deep within him; the feelings he had only burdened himself with were gradually coming to light. It appeared I was the trigger.

“Did he have them regularly, the panic attacks?”

“They weren’t that frequent, it was just when he got worked up.” Jess looked thoughtful for a second. “But I guess he’s found something else to combat that now.”

I knew she was talking about the boxing. It wasn’t just anger problems Harry took out on the punching bag.

“Has he had one whilst you two have been together?”

“No, not that I’ve seen.” I shook my head.

Harry had always been so strong. It seemed strange to think of him as vulnerable.

“It used to be easy to calm him down. Most people feel a bit claustrophobic when they experience attacks, but Harry used to like it when he was held. It made him feel safe. He was so cute and cuddly.”

I giggled at Jess’s last comment.

“The size of him now though..bloody hell.”

I hadn’t had much experience with any sort of attacks. I wasn’t a stranger to anxiety, but I felt that was something different. Jess indulged me as I asked a few more inquisitive questions, interested to learn more about what Harry had suffered.

“I can show you if you want, how I used to calm him down.”


I expected her to demonstrate on her own, but when I was encouraged down to the floor with her it took me by surprise. Jess sat with her back against the sofa, smiling warmly. It was odd. Even when I was asked to sit with her, I didn’t feel awkward for a second.

Arms were wrapped around me as she coaxed me back. Kathy remained sat to one side as she looked on.

“This was so Harry could see he was breathing.” She informed me, her forearms in a cross over my chest.

We remained in the position, my body between her legs.

“I’d then try and calm him down by quietly speaking to him and reassuring him. I would have sung to him but I can’t hold a note to save my life.”

“Harry’s got a lovely voice.” I spoke without thinking.

“You’ve heard him sing?”

I nodded, turning a little to examine her expression.

“Wow, I didn’t think anyone else would ever hear him sing.”

It was at that point Harry decided to join us in the living room. We must have looked a sight, his sister’s arms wrapped around me as we talked whilst sitting on the floor. That thought didn’t trouble me for long. He looked amazing. Black jeans paired with a black ‘Rolling Stones’ t-shirt, hair casually pushed back from his forehead. He could have easily fooled anyone into thinking he was part of some scruffy indie band.

“Mum.” Harry looked to his mother for some sort of acknowledgement to the current situation.

When he received an oblivious raise to her eyebrows he focused back to his sister.

“Jess, what are you doing?” He gaped.

“Getting to know your girlfriend.”

I laughed along with her as Harry quickly approached.

“Sorry, Bo. My sister has no awareness of personal space.” He bit.

My hands were taken, Jess playfully objecting to my departure as I was hauled to my feet. I cuddled into him, pressing my cheek to his chest.

“You know, normal families show baby pictures and share embarrassing stories. But no, mine has to get my girlfriend on the floor and…what were you even doing?”

Before either of us could answer, Kathy had rooted around in her bag to retrieve her purse.

“I have baby pictures.” She smiled enthusiastically.

“Oh god.”


“Your family is so sweet. And you were adorable when you were younger…what happened?”

“Hey!” Harry cried.

“You even had dimples when you were a baby.” I poked at his cheek. “Little, baby Harry.”

He swatted my hand away, grumbling in annoyance.

“I didn’t think they were ever going to leave.”

“Don’t say that about your family.”

“Well, you’d probably think the same thing if your mum wanted to show a hundred pictures of you in the bath.” He frowned, shaking his head as he focused on the floor. “God, my sister is so weird.”

“I like her.” I smiled.

“Good.” Harry perked up.

I could tell by the look on his face that he was excited at the knowledge of us getting along. I found myself grinning with him as he walked me backwards into his bedroom, stealing chaste kisses.

“I’m going to have a shower.”


I spun to make my way towards the bathroom door, only to fleetingly discovered Harry following along behind me. I pressed a hand to his chest.

“I meant just me..on my own.”

“Mm, you’re no fun.” He teasingly pouted.

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