Unseen (Harry Styles)

Chapter Eight

Harry's POV

We drove back to my house in silence, and I could still sense how nervous Kara was. I hated that he did that to her, that it still affects her now. He ruined her life. And I'm so happy she trusts me enough to help put it back together.

Kara stares at the road in front of her with ded, glossy eyes. I know what she's thinking about, but I honestly have no idea how I can help her. Nothing I say will change what happened to her, no matter how much I want that blank stare off of her beautiful face to disappear.

When we pull up to my house, I wake uo Kara from her terrible thoughts.

"We're here, Kara," I say unbucking my seatbelt and unlocking the door. She swiftly gets up out of her seat and walks out of the car. As we walk up to the door and I begin to take out my keys to unlock the door, she suddenly pulls me into her. Her gentle cries make my heart break in two, and I stroke her hair at attempt to silence them.

We've gotten really close over this last week, and A lot has happened to her during the course of this week. I just want to be there for her.

I begin to feel her wet tears dampen my shirt, but oviously I'm not going to complain. We just stand there for a few minutes, her crying into my chest and me holding her in my arms.

"I'll never forget it, Harry. It's impossible. Now that I know he's back, and he knows where I fucking live, it's the only thing I think about. I feel like a little girl again, how he has this much power over me and I can't do a fucking thing about it. I just want it all to stop. I need it to stop, Harry. I can't do this anymore" she whimpers and stutters into my chest. God, this is killing me.

"Kara, look at me" I pull away from our embrace to face her. I tilt her chin up to me before continuing. "I regret not ever talking to you these last three years. Really, I've always noticed you but I was too scared to talk to you. I'm much more shy than people think, and I couldn't bring myself to talk to you. I thought you would think I'm one of those shallow popular kids. But now that we've started talking, it's been the best week of my life. It feels like I've known you forever. I love your smile, your laugh, the way you blush at anything I say, the way you get nervous when you talk to people. You're the best thing that school has ever had to offer me. I want to get to know you, Kara. I want to be there for you, especially during all this shit that's happening. I want to stand up for you when Tiffany is being her usual bitchy self. I want to make you smile when you're having a bad day. I want to be the one that you can call when you need to. And do you want to know why? Because I have a huge fucking crush on you, Kara. One the size of my dick." I finish my speech, hoping she would say something back. She slightly chuckles at my last statement, causing a red blush to rise to her tear-stained cheeks.

"Harry, no one has ever cared about me this much. I mean my mom has, but she has to. I've only had a couple friends in school, but I barely see them anymore. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I can't thank you enough, for all the things you do for me. I'm sorry for relying on you this much these last few days, but you're really the only person I can trust so far. You make me feel so safe, Harry. Like he'll never hurt me again. And, by the way, I have a huge fucking crush on you too. One the size of my dick." She replies with the smile I've been wanting to see. I laugh at her last sentence, throwing my own words back at me.

We lean into each other, before gently pushing my own lips onto hers. She laughs into the kiss, muttering "this has been one hell of a week." "Same," I reply. "But I'm glad it's been with you."

She blushes more, leaning in once again. After I break away, I whisper to her "you know I'll never let anything bad happen to you, right?"

"Yeah, I do." And for once, I think she actually believed it.

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