Kryptonite (A Harry Styles Fan Fic)

Only HE calls me that-Chapter 14

A/N: Heeelllo :3 (in the words of Marcus Butler) how is everyone? (: I hope you like this chapter it was a bit of trouble to right because I was trying not to cry so yeah xD hope y’all like it! Don’t forget to drop a beautiful comment,Vote,Fan and all of that awesome stuff xxx (:

_Harry’s POV_

Today was going to be spent driving to our newest concert location, it was about a seven hour drive then we’d be getting a hotel. I loved touring and doing concerts but sleeping in a moving bus wasn’t fun, so we all voted for a hotel.

“Niall!” I call from the kitchen.

“Yeah mate?” he walks up to me, sticking his phone in his back pocket.

“Will you help me make dinner? The rest of the gang is asleep in their beds and I want to be nice and make them lunch for when they wake up.”

He chuckles, “I’m not a good cooker but sure, I’ll help ya out.”

I laugh while pulling out the ingredients, “You won’t be cooking, you’re just another hand.”

He nods, “That I can be.”

I missed cooking, I really did. I used to cook for May every Tuesday night. We’d have a home cooked meal while our parents went out, we used to say it was practice for whet we get an apartment together. Not as a couple or anything but as best friends…of course.

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_May’s POV_

I groan and roll over into something hard, I poke it a few times before opening my eyes. What the hell was wrong with my pillow?!

“Fucking pillow w-.“ I slowly open my eyes to see Liam asleep under my head. Oh...not a pillow then.

He groans raising his hands to his eyes and rubbing them, “Morning to you too.”

I chuckle, “Sorry, I thought there was something wrong with my pillow.”

I roll off of him and sigh, adjusting the blankets around me, snuggling down in them. Liam lowered his hands to reveal his deep brown blinking eyes.

I sigh, I missed the old Liam, the Liam that could make me lost in his adorable puppy brown eyes. This Liam was different.

“Why have you been upset with me lately?” I whisper, looking up at him through my eye lashes.

He frowns, looking down at me. “I haven’t exactly been upset…it’s just the more I think about it the more I realize that you’re deadly. I mean you used to kill people every day for a living and not have a problem with it. It’s just kind hard to get used to.”

I narrow my eyes at him, “I don’t kill someone every day, and those someone’s are murders and rapists, Liam. I thought I told you about my breakdowns, I feel terrible knowing that I have over a hundred people lives on my chest. It’s a terrible feeling, but I learned to deal with it.”

He sighs running a hand over his face, “Look I’m sorry, I know you have these breakdowns and I know only Harry can help you because he’s known you for so long and he knows about everything but it just bothers me that you do and know all of this stuff about killing people, so much that it makes you cry and lose your mind everyone in a while. And I can’t even help you when that happens.”

I sit up, crossing my legs and looking at Liam, “Harry has always been my rock to lean on…but in time you can help me through it too. I just have to know you for a little while longer, that’s all.”