The Misfits

"Hey! No cheating you little snot!" Gemma cried out before smacking Harry on the shoulder.

"Ahh! Geez Gemma! You're so abusive!" Harry yelled. He had put up his hands in an attempt to defend himself, thought it wasn’t really working.

"Take it easy there killer," Anne sighed as Gemma took one more swing at him. "Harry don't cheat and you won't get hit."

"I didn't chea-"

"Liar, liar pants on fire," I sang before laying my cards down.

"OHH! Thalia's got a full house!" Cried Robin. I smiled in pride as Harry gently drew circles on my knee. He had been doing that all night and it was driving me crazy.

"Oh look at that even when Harold cheats he looses." Sassed Gemma.

"Yeah yeah yeah." Harry rolled his eyes and leaned back on the cushions. "But Thalia and I are a team so technically I won too."

"WHAT!" Cried the family and I. Harry flashed a proud, dimpled smile before Gemma and I attacked him with pillows.

"Alright kids...time for the old folks to go to bed," Robin said, letting out a sigh and standing up. I looked at my watch and quickly turned to Harry. What with dinner and game night I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten.

“We’re not that old!” Laughed Anne.

“The proper term is wise Robin,” Gemma corrected him.

Robin rolled his eyes before grabbing the empty glasses and heading into the kitchen. I nudged Harry in attempt to gain his attention but he didn’t notice. He was absentmindedly playing with my hair as he laughed at his family.

“Harry your old room is still open upstairs, otherwise you two can sleep down here if you wish,” Anne offered. “Thalia I’m sure Gem can spare you some clothes to sleep in.”

"Sleep?" I hissed, loud enough only for Harry to hear. Just how long was he planning on holding me hostage? Don't get me wrong, I love his family and all but the knot in my stomach hasn't disappeared since we got here.

"We can leave before lunch I promise," he pleaded.

"Oh...No no it’s fine Walt really.” I could survive a night right? Besides, I didn’t want to take Harry away from the little time he had to spend with his family.

"Walt?" Gemma asked curiously.

"It's-" but Harry clapped his hand over my mouth before I could finish.

"It's a secret!" He cried out.

I licked his hand and he let out a scream. Gemma stared at us before shaking her head, "you two are weird. Here, come on Thal. I have some spare clothes so you don't have to wear his odd ones."

I checked my laugh before getting up and following her upstairs. Gemma had a small cozy room full of posters and dirty clothes. It looked a lot like Maeve's and it dawned on me just how similar the two were.

"Here. These should fit." She handed me some bright pink athletic shorts and a baggy Rolling Stones t-shirt.

"Thanks Gemma," I smiled before turning around and pulling off my shirt to slip on hers.
"I like you Thalia. You're good for him."

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks and I turned to see Gemma looking at me curiously. She was flung back onto the bed, a frown on her face as though she was thinking hard. After a moment she stuck op her head to see my reaction.

"He's good for me," I smiled shyly. "I like myself a little better when I'm with him."

She gave me a knowing smirk, the same one that Harry often gives, before saying, "it's funny hearing you two talk about each other."

"Why?" I laughed. I walked over and sat on the bed and she instantly began braiding my hair.

"All you two do is talk about how great the other person is."

"Well I only do that when he's not around," I laughed. "He has 3 million fans to tell him how amazing he is…he doesn’t need to hear it from me everyday too."

"Gah! You're so normal I love it!" She giggled. "Maybe that's why it works. He kept trying to go for all those celebrities when all he really needed was the girl next door."

"The girl next door!” I cried out. “You make me sound like a scandalous Playboy bunny or something!”

“I mean you’re hot enough,” she shrugged. The two of us burst out laughing as Harry walked in. “Hey! What ever happened to knocking? We’re in our knickers over here!”

“Calm down woman!” Harry replied. “It’s not like I’ve never seen either of you in your panties before.”

“Always keepin in classy Styles,” I replied as Gemma finished off my braid. Harry wiggled his eyebrows playfully in response before wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my head.

I found myself drawn to my phone as the two siblings broke into conversation. Ever since the boys had gotten me a Twitter, I had been direct messaging with some of their fans. There were a few crazy ones, though I usually avoided those, and then there were the ones who just wanted someone to talk to. I quickly scrolled past all of the hate mail until I found the conversation I was looking for.

Two weeks ago a girl named Hannah had messaged me. As we talked she mentioned the boys, the media craze, and how she has been fighting off bullies most of her life. She was depressed and needed someone to talk to. There were a few others as well who had just gone through bad break-ups. I began a conversation with them and now just periodically check in to make sure they're doing okay.

Hannah had just found out about my being Paul’s daughter and, like hundreds of others, had immediately taken to twitter to find out if it was true. Most had taken the news quite well and were very understanding of the situation. Others however had not. My phone buzzed as Hannah replied with kind words and demanded to know how I had managed to hide this from her for so long.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he took my phone out if my grasp. "Who's that?"

"One of your fans." I replied. Gemma leaned back on her pillows and watched our interaction curiously.

"Why are you talking to her?" Harry frowned.

"She messaged me," I shrugged.

"And you replied?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"She's not giving you any trouble is she?" He asked hesitantly. I knew since this afternoon when we found out the fans knew who I really was he would be hyperaware of any media or fan attention I received.

"No of course not," I laughed before taking his hand in mine. "Do you think I would be talking to her if she was? She's just a nice girl who's going through a tough time and needs someone to talk about it with."

He stared at me in response and it took all I had not to roll my eyes at him. Gemma let out a snort and said, “Relax Harry. The fans are harmless.”

“I just don’t like when they’re mean to you guys,” Harry replied, a frown darkening his face.

“They’re not being mean!” I protested.

“Some of them are!” He shot back. This time I did roll my eyes.

“Will you stop worrying? It’s fine.”

“Thalia you say everything is fine.”

“Because it is!” I laughed at his sudden absurdity. “Don’t be dramatic Harold.”

“I’m not,” he snapped. Both Gemma and I shot him looks in response. “Is it bad that I worry about you?”

“I’m telling you not to,” I replied. How fitting it was that just as Gemma was talking about how perfect Harry and I were for each other she witnessed a fight. “Harry, I’m used to being critiqued. I’m a fucking artist. My professors can make me feel worse than your fans can. Please, please stop worrying.”

“Seriously Haz you’re going to get premature wrinkles if you don’t stop frowning,” Gemma added, looking at her nails as Harry let out an annoyed sigh.

“Turn that frown upside down!” I sang. I pushed Harry’s cheeks up so he was forced to smile until broke into a laugh despite himself. “Much better dimples.”

“Alright you weirdo,” He chuckled. “Let’s get to bed. Night Gem.”

“Goodnight Gemma!” I tried to wave goodbye but Harry grabbed my waist and began steering me out of the room.

“Safe sex you two,” Gemma replied, a crooked smirk playing on her lips.

“Does she remind you of Maeve?” I asked once we were out in the hall.

“Maeve reminds me of Gemma,” Harry shrugged. “Only I think Maeve is meaner. I nodded in agreement as he continued to steer me down the hallway.

"Where are we going?" I asked in the tune of Dora the Explorer.

"My old bedroom!" Cried Harry. I burst into a fit of giggles as he opened the room just down the hall. It was a small room, much cleaner than Gemma's seeing as no one had lived there in years. Old pictures and knickknacks covered the shelves and dresser. I almost had enough time to see tiny Harry wearing his mom’s old bra before…

"Come on," Harry grabbed my waist and threw me gently down on the bed before climbing in next to me. We lay facing each other with our noses touching. I breathed in his scent and scooted closer to him, letting the heat radiating form his body act as my own personal heater.

"Are you still mad about the Twitter thing?" I whispered.

Harry let out a sigh, "I wasn't mad Thal...I'm worried. And no matter how many times you tell me not to worry I still will."

"I know. But you just have so many other stressors in your life and I don't want to be one of them," I admitted. I gently traced my fingers across one of his bird tattoos and he pulled me closer.

"You're not," he chuckled. "You're a destressor."

"That's not a word."

"Yes it is I just made it up."

"No it's no-" but Harry cut me off with a kiss. He pulled me tight against his chest, his hands running up and down my body. My hands found his hair as I pulled him even closer.
I'm not going to lie, watching Harry with his family had been kind of a turn on. He was so relaxed and smiley when he was with them. Not to mention that his small touches had been driving me crazy all night.

"Do you like it here?" Harry asked between kisses.

"I already told you I did," I laughed. He pulled me over so I was straddling him.

"I meant my family and the house and everything." He was gently running his hands down my sides and sending shivers down my spine.

"Were you seriously not paying attention?" I laughed.

"No I was, but then you had seemed upset when you found out we were sleeping here too and..." now it was my turn to cut him off with a kiss.

"I love your family Harry. And I love how close you are with them. I was just caught off guard that's all."

"Promise?" He asked with huge puppy eyes.

"Promise."

Harry pulled me into a passionate kiss before breaking apart again.

"I'm not going to lie, seeing you open up to my family like that was kind of a turn on," he mumbled. He ran his fingers up my sides, pulling my shirt up along with it.

"Oh really?" I asked. I grinded into his hips as I slowly pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor.

"Really," he whispered, his breath hitching in his throat. I bent down and began kissing his tattoos moving lower and lower. "Fuck Thalia."

I shot him a devilish smile before kissing just above his waistband. He immediately grabbed my waist and flipped me over so I was pinned beneath him. I gently fisted his hair and pulled him down for another kiss.

Suddenly a door in the hallway opened. We both froze. Like two deer caught in the headlights. Harry quickly covered my mouth as Anne made her way down the hall and disappeared into the bathroom, her slippers shuffling across the carpet lightly.

"What if she goes downstairs and sees you aren't there?" I breathed as Harry removed his hand from my mouth.

"I'm sure it won't take her long to figure out where I am..."

"Harry!" I hissed.

"Relax Thalia it's not like we're sixteen anymore," he chuckled before kissing my nose.

"Yes well I'd rather your mom not think I'm a slag," I grumbled. But Harry was drawing circles on my skin and kissing in all the right places.

"She won't! We are in a committed relationship," he smirked before kissing the spot just below my ear. Dear Lord.

"Only for a month!" I whisper yelled. "Or have you been telling her we've been dating for five months like you told your sister?"

"I didn't tell them that," Harry scoffed. Ouch. He paused to look down at me, the light streaming in from the nearby window illuminating his face. He was so gorgeous. "They've just assumed."

"Assumed!" He clapped his hand over my mouth as his mother passed out door once again. Once the coast was clear I began lightly tracing his tattoos.

"Well you must have been talking pretty highly of me for them to assume," I smirked, attempting to redeem my pride. Harry began kissing down my neck and onto my chest and stomach.

"It was after the charity game," Harry mumbled, making my stomach vibrate and setting off all sorts of emotions. "I called them and told them I had met the most amazing girl..."

"Oh you did?"

"I did."

"Mmm. What else did you say?" I asked, my breath hitching as Harry reached my bikini line. He paused for a moment and looked up at me.

“You’re not going to believe me.”

“What did you say Harry?” I frowned.

“That I was going to marry you,” he chuckled.

I stared at him for a moment. “You did not.”

“Mhm,” he hummed lazily before kissing me again and setting my body on fire. “Told ya you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Because it’s ridiculous!” I could hardly process what he was telling me as he continued his heavenly assault on my body. Was the future a normal thing to talk about with someone you've only been officially dating for a month? It was kind of freaking me out. I wasn't used to this level of commitment. But I relaxed when I saw his smile. He was just messing with me the little bastard.

“I was thinking we could live in California,” he smirked, slowly pulling down my panties. “Then you can just wear bikinis all the time…”

“I could do California…It’d be right on the coast?”

“Of course.”

“Could we have a dog?” I asked. This was ridiculous and we both knew it. But it was kind of fun to imagine what our possible life could be like in a few years. I mean…I wouldn’t be dating Harry if I didn’t see a future with him right?

“A Great Dane?” He asked hopefully. He glided his fingers down to my core. “And…seven children.”

“Seven!” I gasped as he slid two fingers in me. Sneaky little bastard. He moved up to kiss me once more. I fisted his hair and pulled him closer. His touches paired with his talk was driving me insane and I needed more of him.

“I’m not giving birth to seven children,” I mumbled in between kisses. “I’ll give you four at most. The rest are adopted.”

“But…”

“We can still have sex all the time Harry.” A second later he was on top of me, kissing me fiercely.

For a brief moment I let my mind imagine a relatively cleaned up thirty-year old Harry attempting to wrangle his seven children while I packed lunches and made breakfast. And I could almost picture mini Harry’s running through the yard as the two of us sat on the deck of our Californian home, laughing and sharing memories from years previous.

I could picture it…almost.

Notes

Not really sure how I feel about this chapter. It was kind of just a filler.
I'M SORRY I'M BEING A BAD UPDATER.
I have a big girl job now working 8-5 so I've only been writing when I've gotten the chance..which unfortunately for you guys has turned out to be weekends.
I promise I'll try and get another chapter in either tomorrow or Sunday. I've already got it half done...
You guys are gonna freak out.

ANYWAY.
What did you think of Harry's reaction to Thalia talking with the fans?
And what did you this about him bringing up MARRIAGE?!

What would you guys like to happen next?!?!