Just a Fool

As the night wore on Harry finally began to relax. Aside from his sister trying her best to embarrass him with old photo albums, he was actually having fun. Watching Abigail interact with his family made him feel a type of happiness he had never experienced before. “And this is Harry when he was five,” Gemma laughed.

“Oh my gosh,” Abigail giggled. “Harry, baby, you don't really fill up that bra.”

Covering his face with his hands he groaned. “Why didn't I burn these damn things years ago?”

“Language.” Anne scolded rocking Blake in her arms. “Gemma, here take the baby, I need to go wash the dishes.”

“Oh no, I'll do them,” Abigail offered standing up from her spot on the floor.

“Honey no, you're a guest, you don't have to...”

“I insist, its the least I could do for letting me stay here.” She smiled.

Once she was out of the room Anne glanced at Harry. “Good job Harry, she's a doll,” Anne whispered so Abigail didn't hear.

“Yeah, how did you convince her to date you?” Gemma chuckled earning a gentle shove from her little brother.

“Trust me, I think everyone has been thinking that, including myself.” He muttered. “So you like her?”

Anne nodded her head. “And from the look on your face I can tell you really care for her. You barely took your eyes off of her this entire night.”

The sides of his mouth perked up. “I wish I could explain it but I just can't find the right words.”

“I know what it is.” Gemma grinned. “My little brother is in love.”

Love was never a word Harry liked to use. Sure he loved his mom and sister but he never associated that word to anyone other than family. He didn't even know if he could feel love for someone, he never thought he could find someone he could genuinely love. For all he knew love was only in the movies and cheesy songs he hated listening to. Now if what he felt for Abigail was love then he didn't mind all those songs he constantly skipped or the movies he had always made fun of. Everything seemed to make sense for once in his life.

Standing up from his seat on the couch he walked into the kitchen to see his girlfriend rinsing the dinner dishes off. “Need a hand?” He asked.

“I'm actually almost done but I wouldn't mind the company.” Abigail told him as he took a few steps toward her.

Turning her attention back to the sink she was finishing up with the plates when she felt two arms wrap around her waist. Smiling to herself she leaned more into her boyfriend's warm chest. “Hi there,” She murmured turning her head to look at him.

“Hi,” He whispered resting his head on her shoulder. “You said you wanted company.”

“I quite like this company.”

With a content sigh Harry tightened his grip around her, just happy with being close to her while she finished up with the dishes. When she was done she turned around to wrap her arms around his torso. “Your family is amazing, thank you again for letting me stay.”

“Angel you don't have to keep thanking me, you're more than welcome here. In fact I think they like you more than me.”

“Nah, that's impossible.” She giggled. “Come on, lets see what they're doing.”

Grabbing his hand she led him back into the living room where Anne and Gemma were playing with Blake. The little boy squealed as his mother uncovered her face. “Peek a boo.” She laughed making her son clap his hands in delight.

Harry and Abigail sat on the loveseat watching the whole scene even though Harry kept his eyes on Abigail most of the time. The way her eyes lit up when Blake cooed and laughed, how she lightly ran her nails up and down his arm giving him chill bumps. He couldn't believe one girl had such an affect on him, he could hear his friends' chortles in his head saying he was whipped but he could care less. Finally he was happy and nothing was going to take that away.

“All right Gem, lets leave these two alone for a little while.” Anne sighed picking Blake up in her arms. “Its this one's bedtime.”

“Wait, where are they going to sleep?” Gemma asked pointing to the young couple.

Nodding her head Anne gave them a stern look. “Harry, I'm trusting you, if I let you sleep in the same bed can you promise me...”

“I promise,” Harry interrupted her, not wanting to embarrass his girlfriend with his mom giving them the sex talk. “No funny business, nothing of the kind.”

“There better not be, there's only room for one baby in this house.” Anne grumbled as she headed down the hall with Gemma right behind her.

Abigail could feel her face burning. From the thought of sharing a bed with Harry to the thought of what his mom was talking about. “Its ok if you don't want to.” She heard Harry whisper.

“Huh?” She blurted out.

“If you don't want to share a bed, its ok, I can sleep on the couch.”

“No, no, its ok.” She stammered. “I just can't believe your mom is so cool with it.”

“Honestly, I can't believe it either.” He muttered. “I think its cause she trusts you more than me.”

Before Abigail had the chance to say anything they heard Gemma's voice. “Hey Harry, can you take the trash out before you go to bed?”

“Sure.” Harry called. “Why don't you get ready for bed while I take the trash out?”

Nodding her head she gave Harry a quick kiss before heading down the hall to the bathroom. In the kitchen Harry gathered all the trash he saw placing it in a black bag. When everything was collected he went outside. At the end of the driveway he threw the bag into a blue can and sighed. He knew he had enough time so he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Blowing smoke into the cool air he looked up and down the road. When his eyes landed on a black car he was surprised, the road was usually empty at this time of night.

Dropping his cigarette on the ground he began walking back to the front door when he heard someone clear their throat. Turning around he saw a middle aged man with silver hair, he wore an old suit, his button down shirt stained and barely fit him anymore. “Who are you?” Harry questioned.

“Harry Styles, I have to say I expected someone a little bigger, with more build to them.” The man chuckled.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“My champion, the one who's been winning me a lot of money these past few months.” The man explained.

“You're Craig's boss?”

“You finally catch on, the name is Ricky and from what Craig's told me you backed out of your last fight.”

“I did, I'm done.” Harry snapped, crossing his arms.

“No, you're not.” Ricky smirked. “You see I have two big opponents lined up and you're going to fight both of them.”

“Did you not hear me? I said I'm done, I'm not fighting anyone.”

“And it seems you're not hearing me properly, I said you are going to fight and you are going to make me filthy rich.”

“And what makes you so sure I'm going to do that?”

“Because I've been watching you. I know you've grown quite attached to a certain person over these past few weeks. From what I've seen you would do anything to keep her safe.”

Harry's eyes widened. “If you touch her...”

“And you'll do what? You'll fight for me? I suggest you do just that because I have people everywhere and your little girlfriend could be gone with just one phone call.”

Clenching his fists Harry stared at the man. “Why can't you find someone else?”

“Because I know you'll win. Your first fight is tomorrow at ten thirty at the old Andrew hotel, bring your girl along, I'd love to see the happy couple.”

Harry stood in shock as the man walked away. He didn't know what to think, he needed to talk to someone. Pulling out his phone his called Craig, the only one he knew who had ties to this Ricky character. After two rings he picked up. “What is it Styles?”

“Tell me about Ricky.”

“How did you know about him?”

“He was just standing in my fucking driveway Craig.” Harry growled. “Who the hell is he?”

“What did he say?” Craig asked ignoring Harry's question.

Harry's anger was growing, he had just been threatened by a man he had never met before and the only person he knew wasn't giving him any answers. “Harry?” A soft voice called from behind him.

Turning around Harry saw Abigail standing in a pair of pajama shorts and tank top, she was staring at him with a worried expression. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, Angel,” He muttered. “I'll call you back later.” He whispered before hanging up his phone. “Come on baby, its too cold out here for you.”

Placing a hand on her back he led her inside where she asked. “Who were you talking to?”

“Oh uh,” He stuttered. “Niall called to tell me about the pizza record he broke at Gino's tonight. Something about he ate seven pieces in ten minutes. You ready for bed?”

“Yeah, the bathroom is all yours.” She gave him a small smile before heading to his bedroom.

Nervous was an understatement. This was the first time Abigail was sharing a bed with a guy and since the guy was Harry she was near having a panic attack. She never did like to think about the girls he had been with before her but she knew he was experienced and the thought of him with someone else besides her irritated her. She just wanted to be enough for him. It seemed like every time she was around him she felt happy, thanks to him it felt like she was floating on air. Now every time she talked to him the words 'I love you' were on the tip of her tongue but she was afraid of saying them too soon. Then there was the dreaded question 'does he feel the same way?' “Why is being a girl so hard?” She groaned sitting on the bed.

As Harry was brushing his teeth he received a text from Craig. 'Come by the park tomorrow and I'll explain everything. Come alone.' Replying with a simple 'Ok' Harry finished up his routine. Putting on a pair of gym shorts he walked into his room to see Abigail typing on her phone. “Kristin?” He sighed stripping off his T-shirt.

“No Charlotte...” She trailed off seeing his bare torso. Again she felt her face heat up seeing his tattoos and muscles.

“You ok there?” Hearing Harry's deep voice snapped her out of her trance.

“Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine.” She stammered putting her phone on the nightstand. “Just how many tattoos did you say you have?”

He chuckled. “I've lost count. I can put a shirt on if you like.”

“No, no its fine, its your room. You should be comfortable.” She smiled shuffling under the covers.

Smiling to himself he turned off the lights. Fumbling through the dark he laid down on his side of the bed. They laid in the dark, both still awake but neither wanted to make the first move. Finally Harry turned over on his side, delicately placing his hand on her hip. Rolling over so she could face him she sighed happily. “Hi,” She whispered.

“Hi, you ok?” He questioned moving closer to her.

“Of course.”

“Good, would you mind if I did this?” He smirked leaning closer until their lips touched.

Breaking the kiss she grinned. “Nope, not at all.” She hummed kissing him again.

Hesitantly Harry leaned over her, his arms resting on either side of her head while her hands made their way into his hair. Both were lost in the moment as Harry gently licked her bottom lip asking for entrance. Without hesitation Abigail slightly opened her mouth so Harry's tongue could touch hers. Letting out a soft moan she tangled her fingers through his soft hair. He was losing himself in her kiss, it took all his self control not to take it to the next level but somehow he was able to stop. “Wow,” she murmured tracing his jaw with her fingers.

Chuckling his kissed her one more time before laying back down. “Good night baby.”

“Good night,” She yawned curling into his side.

Just as Harry closed his eyes he heard a faint 'I love you' come from the girl beside him. Lightly kissing her forehead he held her close. “I love you too.” He said out loud as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Notes

So I quite liked this chapter. Tell me if you like it or if you have any suggestions on how to make it better let me know :)