Life in the middle-Harry Styles Fanfic AU COMPLETED

Chapter 6

I wake in the morning to the sound of my mobile phone ringing. I don't answer private calls as I think 'why are you hiding who you are?' But when I look closer, Pete's name is on the screen.

"Yep" I answer my voice still laced with sleep.
"Hey Echo, I was just wanting to catch up with you and see if you were feeling ok today?" He asks in his calming voice.
I think about this quickly, "yeah I'm doing ok, I'll probably move up a notch if I have my coffee first Pete, you know me" I answer the sarcasm rolling off my tongue. I get up and lazily walk into the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine.
"You still with me Echo?" Pete questions.
"Yep it's all good, coffee will hit my system in approximately 2 minutes, was there something else Pete?" I ask bluntly.
"Well, I want to know if you'll make tonight's meeting? You know after yesterday, I want to see if you're up for it?"
Coffee in 30 seconds, I pat Jinx while thinking of my answer to Pete.
I pour the steaming dark liquid into mug and add some lite milk and half a sugar, this is why I'd rather make my own one instead of receiving a crap tasting coffee from anyone, English men included.

I realise I'm still on the phone.
"Pete I'll be there, I have a bit of work to get done here but I can't go backwards if you know what I mean?" Pete laughs lightly, "ok, I agree, so I'll see you tonight then"
Pete pauses.
"Echo I was wondering if you could help support Harry in his quest to help his sister?, I know you struggle with conversation, but I think you have a lot to offer in this situation. He needs some guidance, and considering Misty and Quin are already supporting the others, I have no-one left".

I breath in slowly through my nose and exhale through my mouth. I gulp some coffee down before answering.
"Pete, your asking for a miracle, you do know this?, I'm still struggling with the anxiety and I don't know how I could help really" I know this isn't the answer Pete wanted. I sigh and promise I hear Pete do the same.
"Please Echo, just one meeting with him, he's lost and his sisters in a bad way? You relate to this, I can't help him as much as you can, you live this Echo, please" he pleads.

I finish my coffee and immediately make another. I breath in again answering before I can change my mind, "ok, just once Pete, you really are stretching the friendship here" I complain.
"You'll be fine, somehow you always are kiddo" ok I think, I can just have a chat and give him some information that's not too personal.
"Bye Pete" I grumble and hang up. Nothing personal, all 101 of Depression and that's it. But when I think of Harry, I recall his height, brown hair shoulder length, messy with curls and clothes that cling to his long limbs, ahh those amazing mesmerising green eyes and smile--oh shit, I say out loud.
I collect my thoughts and think screw this I can do it, my bright side being challenged whilst I shut that darkness.
"What's the worse things to come out of this?" I question talking to Jinx. He purrs and offers no assistance. I'll be helping someone, unlike when I had no help for me.
With this thought I walk into my studio and look at my current piece of art. This is commissioned and needs to be ready by Friday for a birthday gift. I look at the painting and scoff at myself, how can I create art with such light and movement when I struggle with darkness and stillness?
I exhale and start mixing my paints, at lest this can buy me time before I offer Harry advice in 9 hours. Let's hope it's a slow day.