It's Only Harry...

Chapter 7

As the face that is illuminated with joy looked at me. I pulled her into my arms for a comforting hug. I loved her being in my arms, she was so little but tall enough that her head fit in the crook of my neck. The hug didn't last long when she pulled away and welcomed me in. Her house had that feeling where if you touched anything you thought it would break. It wasn't the most comforting feeling, even when she told me to feel at home. I took off my white converse and she took my jacket. I had on skinny jeans and a grey shirt that had a pocket with a heart on it that said "Love". After taking my shoes off I noticed Nichole had left the hallway. The delightful smell of lasagna and garlic bread filled the house. I used my sense of smell to lead me towards the kitchen. I walked in and noticed two girls. One with snow white hair that was obviously dyed and the other with short brown hair. This must've been Nichole's mum and sister. Behind me I heard footsteps approaching, I turned to see who it was and it was Nichole. She had taken out her contacts and put her glasses on. I thought that she looked better with glasses on. As I checked her out from head to toe, she snapped her fingers in front of my face.

"Harry. Hello? Quit." She began to playfully slap my face.

I came back to earth and grabbed her hands from my face. I looked into her eyes through her glasses and smiled. Our tiny moment was interrupted by the sound of the front door shutting. The only person I knew about that wasn't near the kitchen was her dad. My face fell from the smile as Nichole led me to the table. I was sat across from Nichole with a plate already accompanying food. Her father took a seat at the end of the table closest to me, her mum right beside me, and Amelia sat next to Nichole. I stood up to shake hands with her father to introduce myself.

"Hello Mr. Blakeslee. My name is Harry Styles." I politely spoke reaching out my hand.

"Please call me Dan, Harry." He replied, firmly grasping my hand and shaking. He pointed over to his wife and introduced her to me. "Harry, this is my wife Heather."

I reached to shake her hand. Her tiny hand grasped mine gently, I didn't shake it as firmly as I shook Mr. Blakeslee's because I felt like I'd break it. After the introduction, I waited for the next action of communication at the table. I didn't want to start eating food if they prayed for their food nor did I want to look stupid and disrespectful by eating like a slob. As I heard a fork hit the plate, I noticed Mr. Blakeslee begin to eat his food. Slowly everyone began to eat, making me feel more comfortable to start eating.

After dinner we sat in the living room and talked. They asked how old I was, if I had a job, and they asked about my family. I decided not to answer the family question, because I didn't want them to feel bad for me. I'm sure Nichole will tell them later. I didn't mind them knowing, I just didn't want sympathy right now. While watching the telly, Amelia and Mr. Blakeslee had left the room. Leaving me and Nichole sitting on the love seat and her mum asleep on the couch, I began to talk to Nichole.

"I enjoy your family, they're very welcoming." I whispered to her, trying not to wake her mum.

"I thought my dad would've been more intimidating. He must be really tired." We both laughed.

I pulled the whole cliché move, yawning and wrapping my arm around her shoulders. She grabbed my arm and unwrapped it.

"Wow, I can't believe you just tried to do that. It was so cliché and just not the right time." She smirked.

"Well, it's getting late should I go or do you want me to stay longer?" I questioned, hoping to stay longer. Maybe to do more than just put my arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah, it's time for you to leave. I have school in the morning."

I got up and began to walk to the door. Turning my head to notice Nichole beside of me, walking me to the door. Nobody was around and I didn't hear a sound. It was just me and Nichole right now. Before opening the door, I opened my arms to receive a hug from her. She stood there for a minuet then entered my arms.