Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 13

Songs:

Give Me Love: Ed Sheeran

Killing Me Softly: Roberta Flack

Too Close: Alex Clare

Ro's POV

I kept my mouth covered, hoping that the itchiness and inflammation would go down soon. Out of all the things I was allergic to, kiwi was the worst. Sure, its effect was not as severe as my other allergens, but it was the most annoying. The worst part was having to drink milk. I wasn't exactly allergic to that, too, but I was lactose intolerant, which might as well be the same thing.

As we walked down the hall and out into the yard, I could feel the pain in my stomach increasing immensely. Like I really needed that right now. As much as I couldn't stand, Harry and couldn't give two shits what he thought of me, having him, or anyone for that matter hear the effect the milk was about to have on me, was not something I enjoyed sharing. It was embarrassing to say the least.

"I'm sorry about that," he apologized for the fifth time. "I didn't know you were allergic."

"It's fine," I insisted, again, sure to keep my swollen lips covered. "Honest mistake."

"I literally almost killed you," he chuckled, which unnerved me a bit.

I tried not to read too much into his comment, but decided to set the record straight, just in case. "Not really, it's just swelling lips, itchy mouth and throat, nothing too serious."

"Oh," he sounded disappointed, I think. "What was the deal with the milk?"

"Oh, um, when I was little, whenever something like that happened, my dad would give me milk to help with the swelling and stuff," I shrugged.

He puckered his bottom lip, nodding as he took in what I was saying. "Never heard of that."

"My dad is weird, I'm not sure if it even works, but it comforts me, it's probably psychosomatic or something," I shrugged again. "It just sucks, 'cause I'm lactose intolerant," I mentally slapped myself for divulging that piece of information.

He laughed until tears were forming in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he paused, taking in my annoyed expression. "It's just, is there anything that isn't wrong with you?"

I rolled my eyes, leaving him to his laugh fest, at my expense as I continued to walk. I didn't know where I was going, but I did know I wanted to get away from him. He had been a jerk all day and with everything that had happened with my brothers today, I was at my wits end.

"Come on," he caught up to me, still laughing, but trying to calm down. "It's just funny," he mused. I ignored him, not bothering to slow down, even though I still didn't know where I was going. "Just let me see and I'll stop, I swear."

"No," I mumbled into my sleeve.

Before I knew what was going on, my hand was removed from my mouth and Harry was laughing his ass off. After a few moments of annoying laughter, he crossed one arm over his chest while he rested his other elbow on top of it and covered his own mouth with his palm.

"It's really not that bad," his voice was muffled by his hand. "I swear," he coughed, still trying to control himself, but there was no point, he just kept laughing.

I nodded along, patiently waiting for him to get over it. A good two minutes later, he finally took a deep breath, wiping his eyes from the tears he had shed while laughing. "Are you done?" I asked as coolly as I could.

He inhaled and exhaled deeply before he answered. "Yes, I'm sorry."

"No you're not," I chuckled a little, seeing the humor in the situation. I couldn't lie, if the roles were reversed, I'd be laughing my ass off, too. Besides, this is nothing compared to what I've heard before.