The Way (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18

As me and Harry ride silently in the car I can't help but think about everything he has just told me.

All the money, and the pregnancy. His relationship with his parents, his past.

How is it a past if he was the same just a couple of weeks ago?

I'm so confused, I don't know what I'm going to do or how I'm going to deal with the scene about to be played out infront of us.

The death of your father can't be something easy for you to take in, even if the relationship was unfixable.

Harry breaks my thought by placing his hand on my leg.

"Are you okay?" He asks looking over at me with worried eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I should probably be asking you that."

"I've been better." He honestly answers.

Before I can respond he continues, "I just feel bad. Ya know? That he is going to die thinking I hate him. Because I don't- well for a while I did. But now, after everything-" He pauses.

"I don't know what I'm saying." He says rolling his eyes. "I just feel bad."

"I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better." I murmur.

I wish Jamie was here. She would know the exact words to help him.

"It's okay, Alex. I love you for just being here." Harry's says rubbing his hand against my leg.

His words catch me completely off gaurd, and I feel my mouth drop open before I can control my reaction.

I'm sure he dosen't mean love in that way. He couldn't. It's been what? A week.

No-No. He dosen't mean it, he's just distracted right now.

I don't say anything, instead just look out into the traffic untill we reach the parking garage for the hospital.

Harry has to drive all the way to the 5th floor to find a park. I clamber out of the car, not very gracefully and take Harry's hand in mine as we walk towards the elevator.

He presses the button and it lights up showing the doors should open soon. We stand in silence, hand in hand untill the doors slide open with a loud ding.

As soon as the doors shut behind us the tension starts to build between Harry and I.

I don't know if it's the impending death of his father, the silence stretching throughout the small room, or just the fact that he needs me the way I need him. But Harry looks down at me the same time I look up at him, and the tension is relieved by his lips forcefully crushing into mine.

He pins me beneath his body against the cold metal frame of the elevator, and kisses me with a great sense of need. The same need I'm sure he feels from me.

I want to run my finger through his hair but he has my arms in his hands forcefully pushed against the wall beside my head, leaving me motionless.

His mouth moves gracefully around mine, and I'm lost. Lost in Harry.

The elevator dings suddenly causing Harry to move away from me, and the doors open to allow more people to enter.

I'm still reeling from the passion moments ago, as a married couple walk in and stand beside us.

I look up at Harry and find him gazing down at me trying to control his laughter.

Surely he should not be laughing.

"What?" I mouth to him, but he just shakes his head and continues to laugh at his own joke.

When we reach the hospital room Harry's mom is already there with another girl that looks a lot like her. I assume it's Harry's sister.