Your Little Secret (Harry Styles Fanfic)

65: It's from...

I carry the last box up the unstable ladder, placing it in the dusty attic. I hope Mollie was okay. She had a very unusual reaction to something that is meant to be a happy surprise?

"Would you like a cup of tea Harry, while you wait for Mollie?"

"I'll just have a glass of water if that's alright?"

"Are you sure? It's no trouble making something else." She asures.

"No, just water thanks." I smile.

As I follow her down the stairs I take one last look at Mollies' door. Who was that letter from? I'm sure she will tell me when she is done reading it. Unless she doesn't want to. She did close the door for privacy, maybe she doesn't want me to know.

"Here you go."

"Thanks." I take the glass from her hand, taking a sip.

"So Harry, when do you start touring again?"

"A few weeks yet. We head over to Australia to end the tour, but for now we have quite a lot of interviews and award shows to attend."

"That must be so exciting!"

We talk for a while, discussing the premiere and what the film was about etc. I had never really met a girlfriends parents before and clicked so well. She's very chatty, easy to talk to.

The phone rings, Mollies Mum rushing to pick up the call.

"Hello?" I hear her speak as she returns back into the room.

"Hi Mum" she continues. "I don't think she would mind. You could just get her a voucher from Topshop or something. She likes perfume. Mollie never really gets excited about her birthday, but I'm sure anything you'll get her would be fine."

It's Mollie's birthday soon? She never said anything to me. I wonder what it is? I'll  have to get her something. Something special and unique.

"Okay...ok yep. Bye Mum."

She hangs up, smiling brightly back at me.

"When is Mollies' birthday, she never told me?" I question, hoping her Mum doesn't think I'm rude for not knowing.

"Tuesday," she happily sings.

3 days?! 3 days including today to buy her a present. What the hell am I meant to get her? Why didn't she mention it to me? Probably because she didn't want me to get her anything my subconscious speaks, but I'm going to.

"Do you know anything she would like?" I ask.

"Honestly anything, she's not fussy," she laughs. "You could buy her a pair of socks and she would be grateful!"

I laugh. "I was thinking something a little more meaningful."

She rolls her eyes with a grin.

"She'll love whatever you buy her hun."

I hope so, because I haven't a clue what I'm going to buy her.

I turn to the clock. She's been almost 25 minutes. What was she doing up there?

"Harry, her mother's voice quietens after the bubbly conversation we had just had. "Could you go up and check on her for me? The surprise might have overwhelmed her a bit. She won't mind you of there, you seem to calm her somehow."

"Of course." I reply walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

The surprise could have overwhelmed her? What was it? My curiosity grows the closer and closer I get to her bedroom.

I stand outside her door, listening intently to her on the other side of the door. A few sniffs are heard, sinking my heart. Was she crying? I knock, waiting for an answer.

"Mollie? Can I come in?" I ask, whilst opening he door, not really giving her a choice.

Time stops as I absorb her emotions. The redness in her glossy eyes growing as she rubs away the tears. She lays on her side, curled up in a ball caressing the letter tightly to her chest.

"Mollie what's wrong? What's happened?" I question, taking a seat on her bed, placing my hand on her shoulder as she sits up.

"N-nothing," she smiles. Well that's believable.

"Mollie, I can see you're crying?" I laugh, trying to make her do the same.

She hands me the folded up paper, her eyes telling me to open it.

I do. Slowly reading who sent the letter.

"It's from my dad." she sniffs.

"W-what?"

"He's at war in Afghanistan."

My eyes study hers, so they were happy tears?

"I haven't seen him in nearly 2 years. This is the first letter I've had from him in about 8 months."

I stay Silent, not sure on how to respond.

"H-he doesn't get much time to write."

She looks down, hiding her face with her hair that fell in front of her.

"You never mentioned him to me before." I whisper, feeling guilty. I could have been there for her.

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I take her hand, "I just ment it in the way that I could have spoken to you about it, I made you feel a little happier."

"Oh." She blanks. "You have a busy life... I didn't want to feel like I was annoying you," another tear leaves her eye. "I get quite emotional when I speak about him."

"Mollie, don't you ever think that," I assure. "I would have listened. I would have been there for you."

I slide closer, wrapping one arm across her back as she falls into my chest, cuddling my waist with a tight grip.

"Do you miss him?" I roll my eyes, "sorry, stupid question."

I wasn't the best at comforting people, I found it hard to think of things to say. She laughs as a response, showing she didn't take offense...thankfully.

"Is he coming back?" I anxiously ask, not wanting to upset her more. She pulls away, looking back into my eyes.

"I don't know," she barely speaks. "He didn't say...it's hard for him to travel back here I guess."

It pains me to think that she has been keeping this from me because she thinks I wouldn't have wanted to listen.  I had always wondered where her dad was but because she never spoke about him I assumed a lot worse.

"I'm used to it now," she sobs.

She must be terrified. Terrified that something would happen to him and she wouldn't know.

The room falls silent as I hug her tighter. Her tears fall onto my Navy top. I lift her chin, watching the water drop from her eyes. Even crying she looked beautiful. I bring my hand to her cheek, brushing the unwanted tear away with my thumb.

"I'll always be here for you Mollie. If you want to talk about it." I pause. "But not just that....anything."

She smiles, leaning forward, lightly pressing her cherry lips against mine. Everytime she touches me I weaken. Just having her look at me makes me melt.

She pulls away.

"Thank you Harry." She is truly stunning. "I love you."

I play with the tips of her chestnut hair.

"I love you too."

"I love you more though." She giggles, turning a little red.

"That's impossible." I kiss her again, catching her by surprise.