Ripped Away (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Wiping the tears from his face, Harry continued to read more of Crystal’s diary entries.

So…I met Harry Styles today.

Yeah, THE Harry Styles. The one boy I spent hours daydreaming of, imagining him as my boyfriend; the two of us snuggling together under a blanket watching Star Wars...

Lord help me if he ever reads this. I’m such a creep.

He’s not how I expected him to be. He’s better. The nicest guy I’ve ever met, hands down. He’s so funny, and we got along so well. I noticed he touches his hair a lot. He seemed a little nervous, which I’m not sure why he would be, but it was adorable.

I thought I wouldn’t be able to keep my cool around him, but he made it so easy. It was as if I’d known him for years. I loved it.

I hope we stay in touch, but he’s a busy guy. Plus, I probably scared him away. I tend to do that.

Harry smiled. Babe, you couldn’t have scared me away if you tried.

He imagined if Crystal could see him now, she’d be mortified that he was reading all this. “Consider it payback,” he muttered as he remembered the time Anne had showed her embarrassing photos from his childhood against his will. Crystal wouldn’t miss an opportunity to pick on him, ever.

He continued:

Harry and I are Skyping now. Can you believe it?! I mean, it’s a big deal, right? For some reason, it hasn’t hit me yet. I keep trying to convince myself how lucky I am and how huge this is, but all of a sudden, when I look at him, I don’t see this mega superstar celebrity. I see Harry. I see a friend.

Am I crazy?

“A friend…” Harry thought aloud, completely entranced by her words. She called him a friend. There was no status involved, not even for her. She didn’t feel like his fan. She didn’t feel inferior. They were just two ordinary people. Two ordinary friends.

Harry recognized that this was not a common occurrence. Most of the girls he met went crazy at the sight of him. Sure, he appreciated the attention, but it made it impossible to get to know them. He struck gold by meeting Crystal. They were always meant to be together, of that he was eternally sure.

“Oh, Crystal…” He rested his head on the back of his chair and let out a deep sigh. “Why did you have to leave?”

A few moments later, there was a knock at the door. Harry scrambled to hide the diary under his chair and quickly composed himself before replying with, “Come in.”

Anne peeked her head into his room. “Hey, sweetie. I’ve made lunch if you’re hungry.”

“Thanks, I’ll be right out.” Harry gave his mother a warm smile and waited until she closed the door. He then retrieved the diary and stared at it for a short moment before tucking it safely under his mattress.

~

“Are you sure he’s okay in ‘dere?” Niall asked while stretched out on the couch. He was genuinely worried about Harry. He was having a hard time as it was coping with Crystal’s death, and he just couldn’t afford to lose someone else. None of them could.

Louis continued stirring his tea. “He’ll be alright, guys.”

Zayn piped in. “Yeah, but didn’t we agree he couldn’t be left alone? For his safety?”

“He seemed alright when I stayed with him in the hotel…” Liam suggested without looking up from his phone.

Niall sat up. “Yeah, but maybe 'dat’s only ‘cause you were ‘dere. Maybe ‘dis whole time he’s been waitin’ to be alone so he can-” He caught himself before finishing his sentence. The room fell silent.