Taken For Granted

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Kristen's POV: 

I dropped my spoon onto the table, stood up from the chair, and said, "We need to see dad. Now!" My mother still had a dazed look on her face, not believing the news we all received. I wouldn't blame her, I could've had the same reaction but I was too enraged to do just that.

"Mom, please! We have to go see dad!" I pleaded to my mother, who has finally got out of her daze. She gave me a solemn look and sighed, "You know we can't. As much as I want to, we don't have the money to travel back there, right when we just got here." My eyes widened and the feeling of anger overwhelms me, "We don't have the money? Excuse you, mother, you are a designer who gets payed half a grand a week! Don't you dare tell me we don't have money."

She gasped at my tone and said, "That is no way to talk to me. Why can't you just agree with me for once? It's getting annoying Kristen. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be heading out to meet another client."

My mother got up from her seat and made her way outside, not leaving a single glance to me, but leaving the sound of the front door slam. 

Really, mom? Are you seriously going to give up that easily? Sometimes my mother doesn't understand what's really important now. She's been so absorbed with work that it swallowed her whole entire being, the mother who used to care. 

Shrugging her actions off like it was no big deal, I apologized to Chelsea about my mother and I's actions at the table and headed straight to my room. Oh wait, that's not going to be easy because some brick wall suddenly blocked my way to my room. And by brick wall, I mean the one and only Harry Styles. 

I tried to push him by his chest, but I hardly did any damage. He gave a low chuckle and said, "If you keep doing that to feel me up, I won't be able to hold back on doing the same, princess." As he said that, he was able to take hold of my wrists and pushed me to a hard surface on my back, leaving me in between a muscular chest and my bedroom door. 

My eyes widened at his actions and I blushed. Thankfully the lights were a bit dim so he wouldn't have to see it. He leaned in closer, letting his breath fan over my lips. He leaned over to my ear and said, "Don't be afraid, kitten. I don't bite. Hard."

I let out an involuntary sigh, surprised that he can bring such a reaction from me that quickly. 

I decided to play with his own game. I leaned in closer so that our lips were brushing. His breath hitched, causing me to smirk and say, "Who said I'm afraid?" I took his bottom lip between my teeth and pulled it, then let it go, causing him to let out a husky groan. 

He sounded so hot, holy shit! 

I pulled away from his grip and opened the door to my room. Before I closed my door, I looked back and saw him glaring at me. I gave him a wink and headed inside. 

(A/N: Hey guys! I am alive, so don't worry. I haven't had time to update, so here it is! Remember to vote, comment, and follow!)