Fighter |No Longer writing|

Part 14

“Come in,” my father said after I knocked. I took a seat in the brown leather chair.

“What are the rules?” my father asked looking at his computer.

“Do not bother the guest, but if they chose to interact do so with politeness,” I said in a mod atone voice.

“Please don’t be rude to them,” my father said looking at me unimpressed.

“Sorry dad,” I sighed, standing up.

“Can you apologize to Harry?” my dad asked, it sounded more like a demand.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I protested.

“You were being rude,”

“I was standing up for myself!”

“How?”

“He’s only being nice to me because he knows about Andrew! And you weren’t even there!” I raised my voice.

“If he’s being nice respect that, and be nice back. Now you can apologize to him on your own time, or in front of me,” I rolled my eyes and headed for the door. “Why do you have to be like this?” my father asked. I paused and turned to face him.

“Like what?”

“People are trying to help you, and you’re just pushing them away. You should be thanking him, especially if you’ve only known him for a few days,” my father said. I wanted to fight back, but I couldn’t. I walked out of his office, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Harry, Niall and Liam standing in the door way to the kitchen; listening to my conversation. They all stared at me; I didn’t know what to do. I whipped around and walked out the front door.

“Katherine wait!” I heard someone yell behind me. I got in my car and could see Harry jogging up.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked.

“Nowhere,” I replied starting up the engine. I formed tight fist grasping the wheel.

“Can I come?” he asked. I hesitated but then I realized, I would actually get to talk to him and get some answers. We could be alone, I wouldn’t get in trouble for raising my voice, which I have a habit of doing.

“Get in,” I slide my ray bans over my eyes as he hopped in to the passenger seat, I drove to the one place I could think of where no paparazzi could find him and we could be alone.

As I pulled up to tony park Harry cleared his throat. I turned off the engine and we sat in silence.

“Why?” I blurted out.

“Why, what?” Harry chuckled.

“Why me, why do you care?” I asked. Harry looked at me and didn’t say a word. “If you left and I killed myself you wouldn’t have a clue. You are just going to go back to London and move on to the next girl,” I continued. Harry’s eyes were glossy once again, his chin curled in like last night. I looked away feeling something slowly creep up in my throat.

“Why would you say that about yourself?” he asked in a quite tone.

“Because it’s true,” I heard him take a deep breathe. Silence filled the car like tear gas.

“Do you want to kill yourself?” he asked. I would be lying if he asked if I’d ever thought about it, I shook my head.

“Then why say that?” I felt tears rush to my eyes as Harrys chin trembled.

“Look, you don’t know me,”

“I’m trying to get to know you,” Harry interrupted.

“What’s the point though? You’re just going to leave, meet some model and forget everything that’s happened here,”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” He sounded weak, broken down. I turned and saw his eyes were red and so was the tip of his nose.

“How am I wrong?”

“You obviously don’t know how hard you are to forget,” the dark shades covered my eyes as I rolled them. Harry watched me as I shook my head, “What a cliché,” is all I could think of.

“Everything’s going to be okay though,” Harry placed his hand over mine. I know he was trying to help, but to me it seemed like he was acting like we were best friends and it pissed me off.

“STOP!” I yelled pulling my arm away. Harry looked at me like a deer in headlights. “You say everything’s going to be alright, but you have no clue what’s wrong with me!” I could start feeling the lump in my throat move even higher.

“I don’t exactly know. But there is nothing wrong with you Katherine. I’m not acting like this out of pity. I’m doing this because I’ve had someone very close to me go through this,” Harry stopped trying to maintain his speech. I sat still wanting him to continue.

“I know your dad doesn’t say anything, but I know he’s hurting,”

“Look I’ve been doing this for a while, and he hasn’t even glanced at them. All he cares about is work. The only time he acknowledges me is when I interfere with his work, like this morning. Or when he needs me to do him a favour,” I shook my head trying to get it through his head that my dad takes work as a first priority.

“You remember when I said I feel like I’ve known you forever?” Harry asked. My thoughts immediately traced back to when we were alone on my room the previous night. I nodded.

“My sister went through the same thing. It was hell for my parents and I to see her go through that, so please,” Harry stopped reaching for my shoulder.

“I haven’t done it in a while,” I said looking down at my legs. I didn’t like talking to him. He somehow got things out of me that I wanted to stay in.

“Is it because of your brother?” Harry asked. I looked up at the view of LA and didn’t respond. I started up the car and headed back home.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked.

“Going back,” I said not taking my eyes off the road.

“You don’t want to talk anymore?” he asked placing his hand on my knee.

“I never wanted to talk,” I said rudely swatting his hand away from my body.

“Why do you want me to stop, caring about you?”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” I said shaking my head and tightening my jaw. We pulled up to the house and I let Harry off before parking my car in the garage.

   I slowly pulled my car between Amy’s and my dad’s and turned off the engine. I titled my head back against the head piece and felt the tears slowly roll down my cheek. I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t open up. He was being nice and trying to be there to help me. But it all seems too good to be true. I couldn’t allow myself to just open up to a complete stranger. This is what my father meant; I push the people I care about away. But I couldn’t tell if I actually cared about him, or was it just because someone from half way around the world seemed to pick me out of a crowd.