Five

Harry POV

I hated her with an underlining passion. Just the thought of her angered me. Her shrill voice as she spoke to me was like nails dragging along a chalk board, it made me sick.

She was ugly and fat, anything else she threw onto her body would be an improvement, her hair was in dire need of a haircut and she needed a serious attitude makeover.

Except she wasn't ugly far from it actually, nor fat and her slim tight curves looked good in anything. Exquisitely framing her face, her mid light to dark brown mix of waves draped down her back. Her attitude was unendurable but who was I to judge as she had to me? Two wrongs don't make a right. It was easy to tell that she hadn't had the best upbringing, where as I was so much more fortunate than her, of course that would make you bitter somewhere along the line.

I can only imagine what her life is like.

Jennifer POV

"Jennifer! Tea's ready"

I bounded down the stairs, bouncing into the cushion of the closest chair, instantly shovelling masses of food in my mouth, the growling emitting from my stomach ceasing in response. I felt a stare piercing into my face, slowing lifting my head I was met with Harry's gazing blue orbs and goofy grin.

My stomach dropped in realisation; I had no knowledge that he was having tea with us tonight and after our argument a mere few hours ago I was in no mood to make small talk. His anger from earlier seems to have diminished, leaving a warm glow however the words that were issued from those lips still flashed through my mind, each time tugging on my insides. So I did what I felt was deserving.

I glared at him.

I've never been one to forgive and forget.

It was if my eyes shot daggers, instantly he focused back on his food, cautiously glancing at me beneath his eyelashes, the glances only lasting a second before he looked away again.

The silence on my behalf was unusual and I'm sure the others picked up on it, however Harry spoke non-stop, briefly glancing at me, signally for my input. I ignored it, acting oblivious to the whole conversation.

Everyone seemed to enjoy Harry's company, more so that if I slipped away now; no-one would notice or care. Those old fears of being unwanted hadn't arose in nearly a year and a half and it angered me that once again Harry was able to unhinge my hidden vulnerable feelings without even realising, though I knew it wasn't his fault, the blame had to be put upon someone.

As I listened on further to Harry, the more his voice became enticing, until I found myself interested in what he had to say. I didn't input into the conversation but I started to realise maybe I shouldn't have judged Harry so harshly. The person I thought he was was just a stereotype and we actually had some things in common but it doesn't mean that I'd forgotten what he'd said before.

"We won a battle of the bands competition not too long ago actually" He stated, of course I already knew, I saw White Eskimo, the band he's part of, win that competition though hearing him saying it was like that was the first time I'd heard of it at all. White Eskimo who?

I couldn't deny he was charming and cheeky, that seemed to put everyone under his spell. The nasty side to him earlier though still gripped on in my mind, making me even more hesitant to get to know Harry or to let him get to know me. He seemed pretty unpredictable and that scared me.

"Jen, help Harry do the washing up will you dear?" Sam asked, lifting my plate from in front of me to join the other dishes.

"Er…but I need to-"

"Jen, it was your night last night to do the dishes and since you got out of it then you can do it tonight, no ifs, no buts" Sam ordered, staring me down, making it impossible for me to refuse.

I nodded in surrender, taking the plates from her grip and carrying them into the kitchen, placing them on the side. Harry appeared seconds later, returning from the bathroom, as I ran the warm water which splashed into the large bowl creating foam and bubbles. He seemed taken aback by the fact I was there, as if he was unprepared but he needn't be I had no intention on speaking to him.

I washed whilst he dried; the silence made the process faster however I could feel words forming on my tongue, ready to slip out.

But Harry beat me to it.

"I'm really sorry about earlier" He halted what he was doing and turned to me. I didn't look at him; I stared at the plate I was washing instead. Instinctively I felt angry, the whole scene playing in my mind again as I recalled on what was said.

I took my anger out on the plate, it was squeaky clean but I scrubbed harder and harder, my palms started ache as hot angry tears blurred my vision, threatening to flow over my cheeks. I blinked hard trying to push them back in. I didn't want to cry in front of him. I didn't want to cry at all, he'd surfaced my vulnerable feelings again, without even knowing.

"Stop" He whispered, his hand resting firmly upon my aching hand, halting the back and forth motion, the plate fell from my grasp into the bowl, the soapy water splashing against my top.

The tears seemed to have subsided as I brought my eyes to meet his for the first time, my stomach tugging violently, his hand still rested upon my wet one.

"I'm sorry" He repeated.

"It doesn't matter" I whispered, although it did matter, it mattered a lot but I'd rather lie so he dropped the subject than address it.

He released my hand.

"Well it matters to me, and what I said was uncalled for" I smiled weakly in response, in hopes it would show the forgiveness that I wanted to portray.

"Anyway I'll sleep better tonight now I know that you won't be plotting to kill me" He joked, cracking a smile. I chuckled lightly under my breath. He had obviously bought it; he thought I'd forgiven him.

I never thought I'd say this but in some way I have. I don't know why but him being him felt like more of an apology than any words ever could.

"Oh I wouldn't be so sure, Mr Styles"

His mouth opened wide in exaggerated shock before dipping his hand into the bowl, scooping his hand and flicking the handful of suds in my direction, soaking my shirt. I mirrored his expression, staring at my now transparent top, my black bra clearly visible. Although my reaction was pure shock unlike his one of mockery.

Oh this is about to get messy, very messy indeed.