Until That Time {h.s au}

chapter five

~Harry Styles~

"Come on Harry, please," Clara begged, placing her hands together as I rolled my eyes. "We could've been there already if we just would've went."

"How many do I have to tell you," I sighed, running my hand over my face as I stayed sat on the couch. "Mum and dad will kill me if they found out I drove the damn car, let alone you anywhere. Dr. Andrews specially said that I can't drive on this medication, we don't know what will happen if I start to have a side effect."

He repeated this to me about ten times while prescribing it to me, telling me how there was no telling what could happen in the next 72 hours, that everyone was different. I could have no side effects at all, but we wouldn't know for sure until it kicked in.

"I promise I won't tell them if you don't, it's only a 10 minute ride I swear. I'm just going to Charlie's house and then his mum is taking all of us to the movies."

"Why can't one of your friends pick you up," I pushed, having an awful feeling start to fall into my stomach.

"None of them have the car," she said, hanging her head down as she sighed. "Please H, I promise nothing will happen."

"I can't, Clara," I announced, standing up from the couch to walk into the kitchen.

"I'll do your laundry for a week," she rushed out, following me into the room as she sat on the island counter. "I'll clean your room tomorrow, clean the bathroom, I'll do whatever you want Harry. Just please."

She knew how to win this argument, because I hated nothing more than doing the relentless tasks my mother forces me to complete. Clara was giving me the puppy dog eyes, the one thing she knew I couldn't resist before I closed my eyes and thought for a moment.

"The rest of my chores for the next two weeks?" I said, watching her eagerly nod her head before I let out a sigh.

I walked to the small bowl that Clara had made her in her pottery class, snatching the car keys before holding the chain in my finger, dangling the object in my hands as she smiled widely. She ran over to me, hugging me tightly as I fumbled backwards, patting her head in a joking matter as she released her hold on me.

"You're the best brother in the world," she promised, running towards the back door to slip on a pair of converse.

"Remember that when you're my servant for the next two weeks."

She rolled her eyes, flipping me off before I returned the gesture—

I woke up in a pool of sweat, heavy pants escaping my lips as I looked around the room. I haven't had a dream about that night in a while, but telling Greyson must have been the trigger, that was the only thing I could think of.

The guilt I had been feeling all this time finally set in, my mind not able to help itself as it wandered onto the details of that night. How one second everything was okay, she was okay. But then that fucking car speed into our lane and I couldn't move my body, I was completely still. I tried to move but my hands couldn't find the strength to turn the wheel. I should have just listened... I shouldn't have let her talk into it.

But I just wanted to make her happy for once in my fucking life.

My hands balled into my sheet as I clenched them into a fist, my eyes shutting quickly as I try to stop the memory from flooding my head. But I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried all I could see was the blood, her blood. She didn't respond when I yelled her name, all I could hear was the ambulance pulling up behind us, then nothing at all.