My Kind Of Love

Chapter 45 Monster In Law

**Bea’s POV**

I lay on my side as I stare at the alarm.

6:24 am

In just about six minutes it would go off and I would have to leave the serenity of this bed and start getting ready for school. I would have to ignore the stinging pain in my eyes from the lack of sleep and try to make my dark circles non visible. I would have to leave and I was dreading it so much because I just wanted to stay in bed with him.

Take care of him.

I flip over to my side and examine Harry’s lips as they parted ever so slightly to let the air pass in and out. His cheeks were tainted in a light pink shade as his hair mopped over his eyes. I gently push them away from his forehead not being able to stop myself as I lightly stroke through his hair.

Yesterday seems like all a blur as it just happened so fast and the next thing I knew I was falling asleep in his arms. Memories spark from last night as I remember our last moments before I drifted off into sleep.

What did he say? I mentally curse at myself for not remembering.

Suddenly my hand jolts from his hair as the obnoxiously loud alarm goes off. I roll my eyes before covering myself with the sheets wishing I could hide in here forever.

I feel Harry lightly stir beside me before he groans. “Turn that… fucking thing… off before I break… it.” His eyes were still closed as I quickly bend over on my side and turn off the horrible noise coming from it.

Suddenly another loud groan is released from beside me. “My head hurts so bloody much. Fucking Christ!” I turn over to notice him aggressively rubbing at his temples while attempting to open his eyes. Finally once he manages to lazily open them his eyes quickly dart to the bandage wrapped snuggly around his knuckles.

“Did I get into a fight with someone?” He asks genuinely confused while I shake my head before replying. “No, it was just you being a drunken fool with your pocket knife, which is by the way not an actually pocket knife but more of an actual weapon.”

He grumbles loudly before turning over to his side and resting his head between my shoulder and neck. My heart flutters at the sudden affection I receive from him.

“I guess I ended up here, huh?” He mumbles sleepily while playing with the hem of my cotton shirt.

I nod my head before asking. “You don’t remember anything?”

“A bit but it’s all just mostly a blur and I feel like fucking shit while at it.” Harry mumbles before rubbing his face with his large hands. His eyes close once more and a few minutes pass as I think sleep has captured his mind once again. Taking this as an opportunity I slowly pull away from his body and slide out of bed not prepared for what awaits me during the day.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His raspy voice startles me as I quickly whip my head towards his direction.

“I’ll make you some tea to help with the um… hangover. Also I need to get ready for school.” I reply a little bit anxiously as I knew I would be running a bit late then usual.

A groan leaves his lips before he says. “You aren’t going to stay?”

“Well I thought you would come with me since we both have geography in an hour.” I reply simply.

A sarcastic laugh is released from his lips as he props himself on his elbow looking like an absolute god. “Baby, there is no way in hell that I’m leaving this bed. Which is why you shouldn’t either.” I simply sigh before exiting the room hoping not to get anymore complains from him.

I wasn’t going to miss any more school because of him.


**Harry’s POV**

My body slowly shifts in what now seems like freezing sheets as my head pounds. Quickly, my head jolts from the pillow as I examine my surroundings. I look around to notice Bea’s room completely empty.

I guess I must’ve fallen asleep again.

A low grunt of discomfort is released from me as I check the time and notice it is already 11:45 am. Fucking hell, this hangover has done me no good.

I notice a small mug with a plate full of toast resting right beside me on the nightstand and I can’t help but smile to myself.

She really does care.

Suddenly yesterday’s events come back to mind as I think of everything that happened with Zayn. I swallow harshly not knowing how to feel about the things I admitted to him. After all I am not even sure if it’s true or me just being an emotional drunk bastard. I try to push the petrifying thoughts from my head as I finally get out of bed with a bit of difficulty.

I hiss as I add some pressure to my hand and mentally curse at myself for being such an idiot. The bandages must’ve been changed this morning while I was asleep as I notice how meticulously wrapped and clean they looked.

God, I was such an asshole to her last night.

My best option was to wait until she got back so I can somehow make it up to Bea. I stroll out of the bedroom trying to find some source of entertainment as I examine the place. While noticing a large pile of mail stalked neatly on the kitchen counter I couldn’t help myself and take a look.

I shuffle quickly through all the boring coupons and store sales until I suddenly stopped to a small pink envelope.

To: Beatrice Morrison.

I raise my eyebrows in shock, as I never realized that Bea was just a simple nickname. A detail she certainly forgot to tell me.

The envelope is then quickly opened as my eyes quickly scan over the neatly written letter.

Hello Sweetheart,

Your father and I have been informed by the school that you have been missing a few classes lately. I know it is none of the schools business as they are not mandatory courses but they are worried about your excellent grades dropping and thought it was best we discuss this matter with you.

The receptionist also informed me that lately you have been seeing a boy going by the name Harold Styles. Let’s just say I wasn’t too pleased by the description she gave me. I am very disappointed, as I wasn’t even told about this boy, as I had to hear it from someone other than you. If he is a distraction you must get rid of him right away young lady, as I am not happy about this matter. He hasn’t even asked for your father’s approval and it breaks my heart that you have this punk that may ruin your future.

Please respond as soon as possible and come soon from Chicago to visit us.

Mother

My hands clench the paper tightly by the time I finish reading as I feel the anger start to bubble up in me. How could someone manipulate and control their daughter’s life like that. Best of yet, why didn’t Bea just tell me about this letter?

I pace through the kitchen as her mothers words replay in my head. “If he is a distraction you must get rid of him right away young lady,”

Suddenly I hear the sound of keys unlocking the front door as I quickly cram the letter into the band of my boxers. The door finally swings open and an out of breath Bea appears. She quickly looks up towards my direction and a loud gasp escapes her lips as her body jolts backwards.

“Jesus! Sorry you scared me, I thought you would still be sleeping.” She panics before setting her stuff onto the counter. I just nod my head coldly as I start walking back towards the bedroom.

“Oh, Harry I brought you some soup. I thought it would make you feel better.” She mumbles awkwardly while I simply reply. “Don’t bother, I’m not hungry.”

Once laying back down she quickly enters the room while sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at bit anxious.

“What?” I say sounding a bit annoyed as she quickly drops her head towards her hands.

She quickly replies. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Like what?” I snap rather harshly.

Bea bites down on her lips harshly as she blinks a few times. I could tell she was trying her best to hold back the tears coming in and as if right on cue my guilt started to kick in.

I let out a heavy sigh before pulling out the crumbled letter from my briefs and tossing it towards her. She quickly smooth’s out the letter and her eyes go wide.

“I-I’m sorry Harry. You weren’t supposed to find this.” A tear slips down her cheek as her voice cracks a bit.

I glare at her before stating. “Why, why wouldn’t you show me this?”

“Because I didn’t want to upset you.” She mumbles while wiping away the new tears forming in her eyes.

“Well you obviously failed at that.” I bark back as my temper was getting the best of me. Bea quickly looks away as she covers her face with her small hands as a few small sobs are released.

I release a loud sigh as I say a bit softer. “Oh common don’t cry on me. You know how much I hate that.”

She ignores my words as her sobs start to become louder and I begin to feel absolutely terrible about the way I handled this situation. I quickly lean over and pull her towards my body.

Her arms are quickly wrapped around my neck as she continues to cry on my shoulder. I slowly start to sooth her by rubbing her back as I she whimpers. “I-I’m so sorry Harry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s not your fault doll. I should’ve handled this better.” I say while pulling her face from between my neck. I stared at her now puffy red eyes and wet cheeks; Bea still looked beautiful.

With both my thumbs I wipe away the tears and continue to speak. “Stop the tears. I’ve been seeing you cry too bloody often and it kills me.”

“I’ve just been under a lot of stress since the whole Myles thing…” Bea mumbles sadly while fidgeting with her fingers.

“You can admit it. It’s because of me that this stress is happening, isn’t it?” She turns her head away from me as I say my response. I quickly grab her chin and push it towards me once more in order to have her full attention on me.

“Harry I’m so-” She stammers but I quickly cut her off by placing one of my fingers on her soft lips.

“Stop apologizing for god’s sake it isn’t even your fault. I should be the one apologizing.” I state shocked at myself for finally admitting I was in the wrong.

She shakes her head slowly before stammering. “Harry you don’t have too.”

I release a groan. “Fucking hell! Yes I do Bea.” I rub at my temples before clearing my throat. “I don’t know why I overreacted. I mean, having a mother disapprove of me isn’t anything new and it never hit a nerve or anything but this time… I was so scared to tell you the truth. That you would listen to her and just dump me like trash so I got angry.”

“Harry…” She continues but I quickly cut her off. “No please just let me finish. I’m sorry for being so difficult with you all the time, I’m sorry for being the most inconsiderate asshole yesterday and I’m sorry that I lose my temper sometimes.”

Bea stares at me, longer than I would like as I start to grow anxious.

“Well?” I mutter.

“Nothing, I’m just shocked. I’ve never seen you like this. So… sensitive.” A cheeky smile escapes her lips as I tackle her in a big hug.

“Don’t get used to it doll face.” I smirk before pressing a light kiss on her lips. She giggles before resting her head on my shoulder as we both lay in her bed staring at the ceiling.

A comfortable silence lingers between us until I suddenly speak up. “Why the fuck was I never aware that your name was Beatrice?”

Her cheeks start to redden with embarrassment as she mutters. “Because it’s such a horrible name. It sounds like it’s meant for an old lady.” (No offence to anyone who’s name is Beatrice. I really love the name actually)

“Beatrice… I like it.” I smile to myself before pressing her body more to my side.

Notes

Hey everyone!!

So I currently have exams but I only have two more left so thank god. I hope you enjoy the chapter and please feel free to comment, rate and suscribe.

Thank you all my lovely's

-Michaela