Unknown Letters (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 23: Life?

Lara's POV:

After Harry told me that his mom only has two weeks left in her life, the doctor came back over and let Grace and Harry go in and say goodnight to their mom. After two hours of them in her room, I ended up taking them back to their mom's house. Grace would be in too much danger at the frat house and my parents don't really know anything about Harry. I have no idea what I'm going to tell them when they start calling me like crazy since I'm missing from the house.

At their mom's Harry immediately goes into the bathroom. Grace leads me towards her little bedroom and I help her choose which pajamas to wear and then she goes and lays in bed. As I start to walk out of her room I hear her say, "Lara, I like you, you're good for Harry."
I turn around and walk over and squat by her bed, "Thank you sweetie, I hope I am."

"He may be a jerk sometimes but I can tell he loves you."

"Oh I don't know about that." I blush.
"He does, I can tell."
"Okay." I say slowly.
"Just please don't leave us." She says as she turns to face towards the wall and closes her eyes.
"I won't." I whisper and kiss the top of her head and walk out to see where Harry is.

I knock on the bathroom door, seeing it's still closed with the lights on. "Harry, you in there?" I question when I hear sniffling from behind the door.

"Lara I can't do this." He whispers from the other side.
"Harry please open the door."
I wait a couple seconds, no answer.
"Harry." I say sternly, "open the damn door."
I hear him gasp from crying so much.
"Harry..please?"
I hear the lock click and the door slowly opens half way. I slip in and close it behind me. When I turn around I see Harry sitting up against the tub. There's a bottle of white pills spilled everywhere, a shaving razor, cigarettes and a lighter all sprawled out around him.

"Oh Harry.." I say sadly.
I sit down next to him and grab his hand. He laces his fingers in mine, they fit perfectly. He then leans his head against my shoulder and sits silently. His legs are straight out infront of him and his other hand it losely holding the cap to the pill bottle.

I push his curls out of his face and kiss his cheek. After I do that, tears start streaming down his face and he starts sobbing. He starts coughing and gasping for air. His whole body is shaking and he's now sitting with his knees hugged up against his chest, rocking back and forth.

"Harry.." I pause, I'm not so sure how to handle him. I don't know how he works.
"Harry, listen to me." I gently grab his chin and have him look at me. "Everything will be alright. We will get through this together no matter how dark the storm gets okay?" He nods and leans in. Our lips touch and it's like I'm in whole other world.

He pulls back a bit and asks softly, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Harry Styles, the guys who doesn't date, the famous frat boy, party boy, just asked me, Lara Rufus, the girl who studies constantly and hasn't even lost her virginity yet, to be his girlfriend.

I look up into his bloodshot bright green eyes, "Yes." He kisses me once more and starts to stand up.
"Here I'll clean this up."
"No babe, I've got it." We both squat down at the same time and start picking up the pills and chucking them into the trash can.
He picks up his cigarettes and lighter and sets them on the sink top.
"You're sleeping with me right?"
"Of course." I smile.

He walks out the bathroom and I follow close behind. We go into what must be his old bedroom.

His walls are a dark gray, his bed sheets are a dark blue with gray lines. There's only two dressers that are black. The floors are wooden and there's a flatscreen tv mounted in the corner of the wall.

He opens his dresser drawer and throws a pair of boxers at me.
I miss and they fall to the floor, he starts to chuckle. "Shut up." I mumble and bend over to pick them up. As I stand up he then throws a shirt at me. This time it slings over my arm, "HA!"
"It was just a coincidence."
"Nope I caught it." I smirk at him.

"Well are you going to get changed?"
"Don't you dare look." I glare at him.
He puts his arms up in defense and turns to face the wall.

I slip the boxers on over my underwear and strip out of my sweatshirt. I take my bra off and as I'm about to put his shirt on, he says "Damn, you're something."
I look up at him, "Harry! Turn around!"
He laughs, "too late now."
He slowly walks over to me and grabs the t-shirt from my hands, "let me."

He helps me put it on and then picks me up and throws me on the bed. I start laughing hysterically.

He straddles on top of me and stars tickling my sides, "Harry! Stop!" I manage to get out in between my laughs and screams.
"What's in it for me?" He asks.
"This." I quickly sit up and kiss him.
His hands go straight to my waist and pulls me up on top of him. His tongue glides across my bottom lips, I refuse to let him get any farther so I flop backwards and lay there. "Fuck you." He mumbles and flops down next to me.

"You're wearing your jeans to bed?"
"Oh no." He stands up and unbuckles his belt and slips his jeans off. Leaving him with just his plain black boxers and shirtless.

I get under the covers and lay on my side. He gets back in bed and comes under the covers and snuggles up against my back.

Soon I hear his breaths slow and he's fast asleep. I smile to myself, I could deal with this.