Life in the middle-Harry Styles Fanfic AU COMPLETED

Chapter 34

We all stumble out of the bar together and decide to catch a cab because Gemma had a few drinks.
The cool air hits me and I shiver, Harry notices and takes his jacket off to place it on my shoulders.
He gives me a lingering kiss on the cheek, and mumbles he can't wait to get home.
I smile back at him thinking our minds are connected because I'm thinking the same thing.
While we are waiting I look across the road and I freeze. I literally can't breath and don't want to alert anyone because I don't want to trouble any of them especially Harry.
Michael is standing with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning up against his car on the opposite of the road. He's with a friend, only he is ignoring his friend, who seems to be talking to him, just to start at me, at Harry.
Harry breaks me out of my spell.
"Echo, the taxi is here, love, come on" he places his hand in the small of my back and gentle guides me into the cab. I look across the road for before I get in and I get a wave. I feel sick physically, I want to throw up. Harry cottons on to my mood swing, and asks me if I'm ok, if he did something wrong?
I tell him no but unfortunately I'm doing a shit job with my body language, sitting as far from him as possible.
Harry stares at me and looks like he wants to say something but Gemma and her friend is in the cab.
He leans into me and asks if it's still ok for him to stay? I can't keep a poker face and the way he looks at me, tells me I'm saying no. He puts his hands on his face for a moment and they looks away.
The cab drops Gemma and her friend off and while they get out of the car, Harry asks me again if I want him to stay.
I don't know how I feel, what to say, he doesn't deserve to put up with my shit but I realise I have strong feelings for him.
He isn't inpatient as he waits for my response.
I don't want Harry involved in any of Michael's crap especially after the meeting yesterday. But I'm really frightened I'll be followed home.
I nod yes but it's a withdrawn response and although Harry is coming home I can see the confusion in his eyes. We say goodbye to the girls and I get a big hug from Gemma and I hug her back wholeheartedly. I know I don't have to pretend with her.

As the cab pulls out and starts driving to my house, Harry who is sitting far from me is looking out the window and I know his hurt. And this is not what I wanted. No wonder I've been alone for so long, no one can or should have to put up with my crap. My whiplash mood swings, my continuos worry that a bad day will turn into a bad week then month and I'm back to square one, majorly depressed. A time when I'm needing a different treatment, new medication or an increase or a cocktail. Far worse, hospitalisation, never again. I have to pull myself out of this slump and deal with Michael. I probably should go to the police and tell them about the sexual harassment and I know and feel his been following me.

How do I tell Harry first, will he look at me differently? Blame me somehow? I should have told Pete the complete truth yesterday. But I didn't and know I should have. Hindsight is a bitch.

We get out of the cab and my place and I can help but look around the street. We walk into the lobby and I make sure the security door is locked.
Harry gives me a question look. We haven't spoken since asked me if he could stay.
As soon as we make it inside, I bolt both of my front door bolts.
"Is everything ok? What's with Fort Knox?" He asks and I can clearly see the sadness in his eyes and face.
"There have been a few break ins in the area" I lie to him. I feel like utter shit at that moment. He doesn't deserve to be lied to by me. He is such a supportive giving person and he could do better then me any day.