kilby girl [hs]

chapter 11

levi kilby

Driving Timmy home was an experience to say the least. He sang  along loudly to every song despite Harry's complaints. Once we got to Timmy's house Harry turned in his seat and gave Timmy an earful about how he needed to ice his hand as soon as he got in otherwise it'd bruise.

Seeing Harry in his big brother role was odd. It surprised me how much they seemed to care for one another. Timmy thanked him for the ride before leaping out of Harry's car, as he walked up the steps to his house he turned around and waved at me with a bright smile before disappearing through the front door.

After driving for a couple minutes in silence I decide to ask the question that has been circling my mind since Harry punched Tate.

"What did Tate say to you?" I ask Harry nervously. He's quiet for a moment before pulling in a deep breath

"If I tell you all it's gonna do is upset you more and that's the last thing I wanna do" He says lowly, his response feels like a punch to the gut. I mean how bad could it be?

"Please just tell me," I whisper, pulling my gaze away from him and instead hang my head.

"I don't wan-" He starts but I cut him off.

"Harry just fucking tell me!" I lose my patience with him trying to spare my feelings. "It's too late to protect my feelings." I say while a tear of frustration rolls down my cheek.

"Fine, you wanna know Levi?" His voice cracks as he shouts, "He was talking about your history together, telling me how you were, not to mention the disgusting names he called you" He says, his voice a mix of anger and frustration.

I don't push him for details even though I want to. I want to know everything that prick told Harry but a tiny part of me already knows what Tate said about me.

I lay back in the seat, pressing my palms over my eyes, allowing my frustration filled tears to fall down my cheeks. After only a couple seconds I feel Harry's hands reaching over to pull my own from their place. He envelopes my hand in his letting it rest on his thigh.

"It's okay." He whispers to me. "It's okay. Don't cry" He repeats, squeezing my hand, I squeeze his hand back letting him know I'm trying. It takes me a few minutes to collect myself, by the time my tears have dried we are pulling into a driveway.

"Where are we?" I ask, looking around at a pretty house with colourful flowers decorating the ground around it. It's a two story brick house with ivy travelling up the side, white shutters at either side of the windows and a bright blue front door.

"You are at the Styles home." Harry parks the car beside a white wooden fence.

"Your house?" I sit up, "Harry look at me I'm a mess, your family can't see me right now." I ramble. I can't face anyone looking like this let alone his family.

"No one's home, My mums on a business trip and my sisters at her friend's house." He smiles at me before getting out of the car, when I stay in place he leans down to be at eyeline with me in the mirror and gestures for me to follow him.

He stops to stand at the fence as I get out the car, he locks it before unlocking the fence and standing to the side to let me through.

I walk ahead of him along the rounded stone path lined with pretty blue flowers leading up to the bright blue front door.

I stop at the bottom of the steps allowing him to walk ahead of him, he unlocks the door and guides me in. Walking in I immediately see a large photo of Harry, his mom and who I assume to be his younger sister hung up in the entryway. After inspecting the pictures littering their walls I notice one common thing, there's no pictures of his dad. I can tell by the way Harry talks about his family that it is clearly a sore subject so I make note not to mention it.