Unknown Letters (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 24:Not yet

Lara's POV:

It's been two weeks since Harry's mom was diagnosed with Gastritis and Duodenitis. She's been going strong, like a champ. I haven't talked to her yet because everytime I go with Harry, she's always asleep. Harry called not too long ago to tell me to come over for dinner, that she's wide awake.

I ended up telling my parents about Harry and telling them he's just a friend. They haven't really met him yet, but I know anyway they probably wouldn't approve. They'd get very judgmental because of his tattoos and such. 

"Hey mom, dad, can I barrow one of your cars to go to Harry's for dinner?"

"Why are you going to dinner over there?"

"His mom is actually awake."

"Oh I don't know Lara.." My dad says.

"Please? I've helped them a lot, the least I can do now is actually meet her." I pout.

"Fine but be back by 11:30. You come in that door one minute after and you're grounded." My dad says strongly.

"Yeah yeah." I say and grab the keys off the hook by the side door and start on my way to Harry's.

When I get to Harry's he's not even there. His mom is sitting on the couch and Grace is playing on the wii.

"Hi Mrs. Cox" I step towards her and bend down to give her a hug.

"Oh my you must be Lara! It's nice to finally meet you and please call me Anne." She smiles and hugs me tightly.

"Here sit." She pats the cushion next to her. So I do what she asks and sit with her.

"How have you been holding up?" I ask.

"Oh you know, I'm still pretty weak, but I'm hanging in there." She smiles slightly.

"Where's Harry?" I question her as I look around the living room.

"He had to go somewhere. There was a problem I guess." She shrugs.
I look down at the floor and sigh.

"I'm sorry sweetie, he should be back soon." She rubs my shoulder as if trying to sooth me.

Not even five minutes after she says that, the front door flies open causing all of us to jump and Harry swiftly steps in and kicks the door shut. He has multiple grocery bags lined up his arms and his knuckles are bleeding.

Anne starts to sit up, "no you stay, I'll go help him." After I assure her I'll be fine, she slumps back into the couch and sighs.

I walk into the kitchen after Harry.
"Where were you?" I ask. He's at the sink washing off his knuckles.
"Nothing."
"Harry tell me. You obviously we're somewhere and got in a fight."
"I didn't just go get in a fight."
"Then what happened?!" I almost shout but lower my voice so Anne and Grace don't hear.
"Boxing."
"Why were you there again? I thought you stopped."
"I still go every once in a while, if I don't it gets like how it did today."
"Well what happened today?"
"Nothing."
"Harry Edward Sty-"
"Okay okay." He continues, "People started fighting and I had to take care of it because I'm the strongest boxer they've got there."

Instead of asking him a billion other questions I just sigh and grab a wash towel that's next to the sink and dap his hands dry.

"Do you need anything on them?"

"No it's okay, it'll be fine." He says and walks to where the groceries were and starts putting them away.
"Go back out to my mom. I'm going to cook us some yummy food." He says and giggles as he turns around fast on his heals, he gives me a goofy smile and I walk out back into the living room.