All The Same Mistakes{Harry Styles fanfic}

Ch 6

"Hey, uh Harry?" I asked, sitting beside him on the couch. "Yeah?" He replied . I gripped my warm cup tightly, intertwining my fingertips. "W-what.. Happened to your sister?" I mumbled. He looked into my eyes, tears beginning to build in his .

"She was doing what she loved." He choked from under trickling tears.

"What do you mean?" I asked contently.

"Just a simple cheer routine can kill you." He looked down, hands becoming quite interesting.

"I'm so sorry." Is all I could say.

"It's alright, I guess." He said, wiping his tears with a nearby blanket.

I decided to change the intimate subject. "Don't you have to go to work?" I smiled, trying to comfort him. "Yeah." He grunted, heading to his room.

I probably shouldn't have asked what I did, but it tore me up not knowing. I spread across the couch and clicked over channels, looking for something to watch. Harry kneeled down in front of the couch, giving me a big kiss. "Bye hon'." He whispered, tickling his dark eyelashes against mine. "When are you going to be home?" I mumbled. "Hour and a half. Please, Please, please try to stay safe." He warned.

"I'll try." I said, pulling him into my arms. "It's not exactly my choice, Harry." I asked.

"I just said, try." He grunted, glaring at me and walking out of the door.

I lied on the couch for a bit longer. "God dammit!" I cursed, remembering my sweatshirt again. I hopped up and threw open the door, trying to signal Harry, but he was already gone. "Ugh!" I walked into my room to get dressed, of course I had no clean clothes. I piled up some clothes into a laundry basket that I had to take to the laundry mat. I dragged the heavy basket behind me. Wait, I should probably see if Harry has any dirties. I set down the basket and walked down the hall into Harry's room, his room was so messy I could nearly see the floor under all of his clothes. Yeah, he has dirties.

I scanned the room for his laundry basket, found lying sideways on the floor. I dug it out from under more clothes, shoving them into it and trailing around the room shoving in more. How many times a day does this boy change? I filled the basket all the way up to the top, dragging it out to the living room next to mine. I grasped the handles and dragged them down the stairs to my car, shoving them into the back seat.

"Where are you going?" A deep voice asked me, I hoped for the best. It was just Harry. "Um, laundry mat."

"Is that.. My stuff?" He laughed, pointing at the backseat. "Yeah, shut up." I stuck my tongue at him, rolling up the window.

I got to the laundry mat and dropped everything off, paying my two dollars.

I knocked on the door, getting Harry to let me in. "Why were you home so early?" I asked as I kicked off my shoes. "It's been three hours." He cocked his eyebrow. "Oh." I replied.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." He awkwardly pointed down the hall.

I sat on the couch. "So bored" I moaned, sitting upside down on the couch for a little while. I suddenly heard a huge smash and Harry start laughing. "What was that!?" I yelled, but he kept laughing. I walked into the bathroom, seeing Harry on the bottom

of tub, covered in fallen shower curtain. "Fuck!" He yelled. He wasn't laughing. He was crying. "Oh my god, Harry, are you okay?" I panicked, throwing the shower curtain off of him. "I-I slipped, my arm- fuck!" I held back a small giggle, from the fact it reminded me of a 'help I've fallen and I cannot get up' commercial. I slipped my arm under his shoulder and lifted him out of the tub. "Do you need to go to the hospital?" I asked, pointing at his arm. "Y-yeah." He said as I pulled him out of the tub and turned off the shower.

"Can you get dressed?" I chucked. "Shut up, yes." He walked to his room moaning about his arm. I dried off my soaked hair, and changed my shirt that also got wet coming to 'Harrys rescue.' "Lets go!" He yelled from the living room and I ran out, opening the door and heading down the stairs. "Baby." I laughed at him. "Shush." He groaned, opening my passenger side door and sliding in.

We took off, taking about twenty minutes to get to the hospital. Harry's eyes widened as we pulled into the parking lot. "Are you okay?" I glanced at him. "Yeah, um let's go." He said getting out of my car, I followed after.

"Can I book a room under Styles?" I asked the lady at the front desk. "Sure, you'll be room 179 on the second floor in ten minutes or so." She smiled at me. I turned around and walked back to the waiting area, finding Harry surrounded by a few girls. "What happened?" A girl asked, "yeah what happened?" The other two followed. "Nothing." Harry asked, getting up and kissing me to show them who's boss. "You're a good singer." They giggled, blowing him kisses as they walked away. Girls always came around, admiring Harry from being on the ex factor. I'd always been insanely jealous when they flirted with him, but now he's as good as mine.