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Headmaster Styles

The James'

A family is a family no matter how big or small.

March 23, 2012
The Bently Mansion’s Dining Room


Harry’s warm fingers gently pressed to my skin as he zipped up my dress, his forefinger trailing up my spine and giving me chills.


“I can’t believe this is what I have to do to touch you.” He hastily shook his head and I turned to him as I slipped my pumps on.


“What do you mean?” I asked, grabbing a hold of his shoulder so I wouldn’t fall.


“I have to marry someone in order for you to get dressed up.” He furrowed his brows together and I wrapped my arms around his neck.


“You’ve never asked me to dress up before. These three times have been a choice.” I kissed his nose and walked over to the mirror.


Once I had my makeup on, I looked at him through the mirror to see him ogling me.


“What are you staring at?” I smiled and he took a step towards me, placing his hands on my bare hips.


“A woman who looks ravishing in this dress.” He mumbled on my bare shoulder.


The dress cut off on my hips and my shoulders, but it covered my everything else. It was a beautiful dress, and I adored it.


“We should get down there.” I whispered, gently pulling away from him.


I walked out of my room and he trailed behind me, trying to catch up.


“How the hell do you walk faster than me in heels?” He finally caught up to me and I laughed a little.


“It’s a habit of us women. We like to wear heels.” I smirked and he rolled his eyes.


But we both stopped at the top of the stairs when we saw three people walk through the door, throwing themselves at Penelope.


“Come on, Miss Greene.” Harry whispered in my ear, running his fingers over my shoulder before walking down the stairs.


After I descended the stairs, I walked behind Harry.


“Might as well meet them too.” He whispered to me and pulled me out beside him.


“Oh you must be the groom!” A woman with long brown hair like Gina’s walked up to Harry, shaking his hand.


“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” A man with blonde hair walked up to Harry and shook his hand as well.


Then a tall, lanky boy with blonde hair walked up to Harry. He was a couple inches taller than Harry, and he did look about a year older. He was attractive, but he reminded me too much of Penelope that I wanted to claw his eyes out or pray for him one.


“And who might this be?” Penelope’s mother asked, referring to me.


“I’m Anastasia. I’m a bridesmaid.” I shook her hand and Penelope smiled at me. Then I shook her fathers’ hand.


“Well, I’m Debbie, and this is my husband John. And this is my son, Deacon.” Debbie said, referring to her family.


“Please, let’s all sit down instead of standing here.” Gina suggested and we all walked into the dining room, Harry slowly walking up behind us.


He grabbed my arm, making me slow, and he groaned in my ear. “My God. I’d rather be laying you across the table, Miss Greene. You look so damned fine in that dress.”


I flushed and looked away from him. “Stop. You’ll make a scene.”


He chuckled in my ear before pulling away. We sat across from each other on the table and Debbie and Gina began to talk.


Our food was served to us shortly, and I caught glance of Penelope’s brother, Deacon. He was sitting there quietly, without saying a word. So I decided to say something to him.


“Deacon?” I said and he immediately looked up from his plate. When he saw it was me, he flushed. “I’m pleased to meet you. How are you?”


I saw Harry tense, and I felt him staring me down, but I pushed the thought away.


Deacon sat there for a moment and grinned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect anyone to talk to me this evening. Pardon me for leaving you hang in the air like that.”


“Yeah. Just don’t let it happen again, dick.” Harry snapped, putting food in his mouth. I kicked him on the leg and he glared at me, making me do the same.


“I’m sorry. He can be a pain sometimes. How are you?” I repeated the question and Deacon swallowed his food.


“I’m am doing fabulous. I mean, my younger sister is getting married before me. So I guess that’s a change. How are you?” His smile was getting brighter and I sighed.


“Well, the love of my life is going to be given away to someone else in a couple of months. And I can’t do anything about it. So I guess you would say I’m kind of… Torn.” I looked at Harry and he frowned at me.


I felt him scoot closer to me, but I turned back to Deacon. “You have any ladies bowing to your feet back at home?” I smirked and he laughed.


“Oh no. Absolutely not. I’ve never had a single woman bow to my feet.” He shook his head and I raised my eyebrows.


“Well maybe that can change.” Did I just say that? Did I just say THAT?! What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I on drugs? The hell.


I was afraid to look at Harry, but he jerked up from his seat and everyone looked at him, including me.


“Excuse me from the table please. I believe I need to get some fresh air before I vomit.” He forced a smile and almost pushed Deacon out of his chair when he walked past him.


Shit. “Excuse me please. I have to use the ladies room.” I set my napkin on the table and quickly raced out of the dining room and towards Harry.


“Harry I’m sorry.” I said, and I knew he heard me. But he kept going.


He slammed open the patio door, letting a cool breeze blow my dress back. I quickly walked after him, and he turned his heels so quickly that I nearly knocked myself over from running into him.


What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” He growled and arched his shoulders.


“I don’t know what went over me, Harry. I’m sorry.” I ran my hand over my forehead and he just got angrier.


“You were flirting with him right in front of me, Anastasia!” He ignored what I said.


“Well you’re going to get married right in front of me! So what’s the fucking difference?!” I yelled, balling my fists.


“I am not having this goddamned conversation again, Ana. I am tired of fighting with you. Just stop, okay? I am honestly sick of this.” He ran his hand down his mouth.


“Well I am honestly sick of you giving me a reason to fight with you.” I crossed my arms and he let out a deep breath.


“I am trying, Anastasia, really I am. But you’re making me want to stop.” He held out his hand and I cried out.


“Why am I making you want to stop? Do you not believe that we can make it through something like this?” I asked, and he didn’t even say anything. “If you were trying to break my heart, than you just did.”


I then walked away from him and he grabbed my arm. “Wait,” He pulled me back to him and I tried to jerk away but he gritted his teeth. “I’m sorry. I just can’t keep living like this.”


“And you think I can? Harry, I said that to myself a long time ago. I have been living like this for three months now, and look where I’m at.” I held out my arms and he put his hands on my cheeks.


“I’m sorry. I love you.” He whispered, putting his forehead on mine.


“You know, I’m still debating on whether that’s a good thing or not.” I rolled my eyes and walked back into the house.


I wiped my eyes before walking back into the dining room and Harry and I sat down at the same time.


I tried to avoid making eye contact with him, but I snapped my head towards him and he was staring at me affectionately; apologetically.


“Hey, are you okay?” I looked over to see Deacon staring at me, concerned.


“Yes. I am fine. Thank you.” I smiled at him and he gave me a small grin, making Harry ball his fists.


“So, Ana,” I looked to Debbie and Penelope gave me a concerned look, reminding me of her brother. “How does it feel to be a bridesmaid?”


“Well honestly, it’s great.” I couldn’t hold back my tears and everyone jolted towards me, including Harry. “No, I didn’t want to cause I scene. I’ve just always wanted to be in a big wedding. Although, I would rather it be one of my own. But I’m happy to be in Penelope’s.” I looked to Harry and he clenched his jaw. “Harry’s a very lucky man.”


Penelope walked up to me and hugged me tightly. “You’re amazing, Anastasia.” She whispered and since everyone was finished with their food, we all walked out of the dining room.


“Would you like to take a tour of my garden?” Gina seemed so excited to ask Debbie, and I couldn’t help but smile at her.


“Would you like to take a walk along the lake with me?” I asked Deacon, and Harry shoved his hands deep into his pockets behind me.


“I’d love to.” He smiled at me and I locked my arm in his.


A part of me was just doing this because Harry has made me so miserable, and I wanted to return the favor. But the other part of me was doing this because I needed to get away from him for more than a few minutes.


“So how long have you and Penelope known each other?” Deacon asked as we walked.


“I’d say about… A month.” I laughed in embarrassment and he laughed with me.


“Well I’ve known her all my life so..” He laughed again, but then it got serious. “Do you think Harry is good for her?”


“I’m sure as hell better than you are, that’s for damned sure.” Harry appeared behind us and Deacon looked puzzled. “Come with me.” He demanded and grabbed my arm.


“No, I’m not coming with you.” I snapped and he glared at me, pulling harder on my arm.


“I believe she said no, Mr. Styles.” Deacon said sternly and Harry walked up to him, grabbing him by his shirt and making me squeal.


“I am not tolerating any shit from you, Jones! Now fuck off!” He threw him away like a rag and grabbed my arm, pulling me back towards the house.


“Would you let go of me?” I growled, finally pulling from his grip when we walked into the house.


“Not until you stop treating me like I’m shit.” His voice grew hoarse and I crossed my arms.


“I’ll only make that deal if you do the same.” I swallowed and he closed his eyes.


“I’m not supposed to be falling in love with you every day, Anastasia. But it’s hard not to. I just wish you would fucking listen to me.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Come with me.” He repeated and grabbed my hand.


“Where are you taking me?” I snapped.


“Somewhere more private. Somewhere we can talk without being interrupted. Somewhere we can kiss, and where we can hold each other without having to separate.” He kept pulling me.


“And where is that exactly?” I sneered and he stopped walking to look at me.


“To the attic.” He said dryly.


“The attic?” I asked and he pulled me into him.


“There, we can talk and get closer. And I won’t let anyone take you from me tonight, no. You’re safe with me, Anastasia.” He kissed my forehead and muttered, “Remember. I’ll always be here for you. And tonight, it’s only Ana and Harry.”



Notes

I'm excited to write the next chapter :}
Next update will be tomorrow, please comment and tell me what you think.
I really hope you don't lose interest in this story. I'm beginning to become proud of it because of the surprising attention it's getting :)

I love you,
**K






P.S. This is Penelope:

Comments

@kkgal14
I think the Google things is fixed now! Has she tried it?
Probably not, it has been a good 4 months lol
I miss this story :-(

JustBloo. JustBloo.
10/14/15

Guys, Kaleigh is unable to log into her account through Gmail on the site; hence why she hasn't been able to update any of her stories. I just thought I'd let you all know since I made an author's note about it in the story we were collaborating on together.

Looking forward to the next update !!! xx

ElsMayberry ElsMayberry
5/12/15

Still crying....shit....I hate crying....
I want to just grab him in my arms amd hug the crap outta him damn it!!!

And the fact that I was listening to Limit To Your Love by James Blake only made it hurt that fuckin more

JustBloo. JustBloo.
5/6/15

I think I just had a heart attack...:0
Omg!....but I luv this luv <3

skyfall skyfall
5/5/15