THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT.

Many people say that God has sent us in this world for a reason. That reason can be anything, brining people closer to their creator to leading them astray. God has made us to do his job in some way and I think I'm lucky enough to find out the reason behind my existence. Saving Harry.

As odd and stupid as it might seem to someone, I think that it is actually the real reason why I was born. All the shit I went through, from my lover's betrayal to my parent's death, it was already decided, written down by God.

If I hadn't left my parents and if Josh had not betrayed me, I wouldn't have been sitting here on Harry's kitchen counter, watching him rummaging through the cabinets with a frown on his face.

"We've run out of food, literally." Harry says with a groan, going through the last cabinet before forcefully clamping it shut and looking over at me with his hands resting on his hips, a frown still evident on his face.

"What do you suggest?" He questions as he nears me, placing his palms flat on the kitchen counter, either sides of me and waiting patiently for my response.

"We should just order something." I tell him with a small shrug, not really putting much thought into it.

Harry smiles at my response, "Yeah, yeah." He nods his head a little before pecking my lips and taking out the phone from the back pocket of his jeans.

His fingers swipe across the screen of his smart phone and then he presses it to his ear, a small frown appearing on his face as he waits for someone to pick up the call. His fingers tapping against the marble counter in a rather impatient manner.

"Uh.. Hey." Harry mumbles into the phone, his fingers stopping their movement as he listens to the person on the other side.

"That's me, yeah. Okay...I'd like an extra large cheese pizza and a regular barbeque chicken, extra topping. " He says, nodding his head and looking at me momentarily, "also a foot long lasagne, chicken wings and two chocolate cheese cakes."

I gape at him in surprise, wondering why the hell is he ordering that much food just for the two of us. Harry notices the change in my expression causing him to raise his eyebrows questionably while he listens to what the delivery guy is saying.

"No thanks. That will be all." Harry speaks into the phone, his eyes darting from me to the wall clock, "Twenty-five minutes? Okay." With that he removes the phone from his ear and lets out a huff, turning the phone off and placing it on to the counter.

"Why did you order that much?" I ask him quietly, it's been two days since Harry decided to stop taking the pills and in these two days, I've learned to act normal around him. He's been acting totally normal, in fact he's treating me in the sweetest way possible.

He hasn't raised his hand on me, hell, he hasn't even shouted at me, not even once and his recent behaviour has given a boost to my confidence. I've been responding to his questions without stuttering or thinking too much about the consequences but in the very corner of my mind, the fear is still present. Fear of him hitting me for not giving him the right answer or for objecting on something he wants.

"Baby, are you okay because from what I've learned, you never complain when it comes to junk food. " Harry says in fake worried tone, his fingers touch my forehead as if he's checking my temperature, his lips curved up in an amused smile.

I give him a fake smile, feeling a bit uncomfortable at the mention of Stella's habit. I find it extremely weird, the fact that to Harry I'm his beloved girlfriend, Stella, whose unfortunately no longer alive. He doesn't know who I am, he never will.

"I.. I was just asking. Not very hungry, ya know?" I say, not looking up at him but just shrugging my shoulder, trying to play it cool.

A small shriek escapes my lips when I feel Harry's hands tickling my sides. He let's out a breathy laugh at my reaction, pressing his forehead against mine while staring into my eyes.