Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Question Game Or Why Harry Likes Kale So Much

Hi everyone, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It gets a bit serious in the end, but I hope you like it nevertheless. All the love, Summer xxx

The first ten minutes of our drive we spent singing along to the radio. Well, Harry sang along to the radio, I was humming quietly in the passenger seat. "Why aren't you singing along, love?" he asked me over the music. I chuckled. "Maybe because you are a worldwide known singer and I only sing when no one is around?"

We stopped at a traffic light and Harry turned his head in my direction. "That's not a proper reason not to sing. I'm sure you can sing well, love." I gave him an unsure look and smiled a bit. When the next song came on, I sang along nearly as loudly as Harry. He shot me a "See, told ya." look and we sang along to the next couple of songs until we reached the motorway.

"Soooo..." Harry turned the music down a bit and shot me a questioning look. "Let's get to know each other a bit. I already know that you obviously aren't a fashion expert, otherwise you wouldn't have mocked my shirts or my golden boots." he said teasingly and I grinned a bit. "Are we gonna be really cliché and play twenty questions?" I asked him and after a couple of seconds he nodded. "Okay, you start." I told him and got comfortable in my seat, chewing on a piece of chocolate. I had offered Harry some, but he had kindly declined so I was now enjoying it all by myself. "Alright, we'll start easy. What's your favourite season of the year and why?" He asked me. I didn't have to think long.

"Autumn. I love how the leaves change colour and how the fallen leaves rustle underneath your feet. I love how I can be wrapped in a warm blanket on my sofa with a mug of tea, watching the pouring rain outside. And I just really love the smell of autumn if you know what I mean? It's a very musty, earthy smell." I blushed a bit after my vivid description. "I probably sound a bit crazy." I quickly added, but Harry gave me a genuine smile and shook his head. "Not at all, it sounds very poetic. I agree with you by the way, I like autumn best, too." He smiled and I couldn't help but smile, too. "Your turn." He said without looking at me, as he changed lanes.

"Ummmm... Do you really like kale so much or do you only pretend to like it because it's healthy?" I asked him and he burst out laughing. "Jumping to the deep stuff straight away, I see." I gave him a look. "No, seriously. That stuff is disgusting! How can you like it?" I pulled a face and he chuckled. "It's actually not that bad. And eating healthy is very important if you're trying to stay alive and particularly if you are very stressed, like I am often due to my job. I feel that when I at least try to eat healthy when I have no time to relax, my body can cope better with the stress." I thought about that for a moment. "That actually does make sense." I admitted and Harry chuckled. " I still don't get why it has to be kale out of all the healthy stuff out there, but everyone its own, I guess." We both laughed and then he went quiet for a bit, before he asked his second question.

"How did you and Lily meet?" I thought for a moment and smiled. "We met in school. We both went to a party and bonded over how we fancied the same guy. He later became her boyfriend, but thank God I didn't like him that way anymore by that time. That would have been awkward." I chuckled and smiled at the memories. "She just... gets me, I guess. She never judges me for anything and I can call her at three in the morning and she will be there for me and vice versa. We like the same music and movies and TV shows and I have no idea who I'd be without her." I told him with a smile. Harry looked over to me and returned the smile. "I'm glad that you have such an amazing friend in your life." I looked out of the window, my smile growing even bigger. "Me, too."

We played the question game for a while until we both only had one more question to ask. Harry was first and he hesitated a bit before he opened his mouth. "If you could do anything you wanted, what would you do and why?" He asked me with a curious look on his face. I thought about that for a bit. "Hmmmm... I don't even know where to start. I would love to be in a position where I can make a change in this world. I want to make this world a better place, as cheesy as that sounds. Even if I just make it better for one person, that'd be worth it. All those kids who don't have anyone, all those people, especially women, who don't have a voice. There is so much hatred and grief out there and I hate seeing people hopeless and in pain because I know exactly what it feels like, you know. I know what it's like to just want to give up, to not fight anymore, but I also know that it gets better and I want to give these people a reason not to give up."

We drove in silence for a minute or two and I was growing more anxious with every second. What if I had said too much? What if he hated me now? Then Harry pulled over and stopped at a pull-in and turned off the car. He turned over to face me and gently made me look at him. "Claire, hey. Look at me. You don't have to hide from me, okay?" I looked up at him, my face red like a tomato. "I know, I sound crazy, but-" but Harry interrupted me.

"Crazy? You don't sound crazy. You just became one of the strongest and most beautiful people I have ever met." That didn't really help my blushing. "You have obviously been through stuff, but you are still here and you have not given up. Instead you want to help other people who feel the same way and if that's not a brave and beautiful thing to do, then I don't know what else is. So never, ever be ashamed of who you are, okay?" I nodded and he let go of me and started the car again. "Now, what about my last question, hm?" He gave me an encouraging smile and I tried to think of something I could ask him.

"You left home pretty young, right?" I asked him and he hummed. "Do you ever regret leaving home that young? I mean you've come so far, but I don't think I could have left home at sixteen. I mean you were just a kid being shipped around the world, doing amazing stuff, but doesn't it ever get, you know, lonely?" I asked hesitantly, scared that I had asked something too personal. Harry was silent for a moment, obviously thinking about his answer.

"I am incredibly thankful for what has happened to me over the past five years or so. I never ever imagined my life to turn out so great. I can do what I love, I love performing and I also love writing new songs. Music is my life and I wouldn't have it any other way. And the lads are like brothers to me. I am so incredibly grateful for the massive support that we have received from the fans I love giving back to them. I love being in a position where I can affect people's lives and change them for the better, you know?" He paused for a bit and then continued. 

"I know and appreciate all that, but sometimes it gets incredibly lonely. I hardly ever see my family, who is very important to me. I hardly ever see the few friends I have left outside of the band because I'm always on the road. I haven't even had the chance to meet a girl who is not just interested in Harry Styles, but in only Harry, the boy from Cheshire who used to work in a bakery. That's the downside of the whole thing. It does get lonely, for sure. I used to cry sometimes when I was younger, when we were on tour somewhere in Asia and I hadn't seen my family in five months. During the day it was all a massive adventure, but during the nights, in the dark, it sometimes got a bit too much. It got to all of us and I think that's what brought us even closer together. But nevertheless, I would do it all over again if I had the chance." He gave me a wary smile and I lightly squeezed his hand.

"We're both a bit messed up, aren't we?" I asked with a weak smile which he returned. "Thank you for listening to my rant." Harry thanked me quietly. A bit surprised, I looked over at him. "Thank YOU for opening up to me. I mean, I will obviously never know how you felt or sometimes still feel in any way, but I can sort of relate to what you said on some level. I would never wish anyone to go through what I went through, but in the end I am glad I did because it made me a stronger and probably also more compassionate person. It made me who I am today and as much as I don't like myself sometimes, I still wouldn't change who I am." Harry looked over at me. "I am glad you run into Louis on the train that day." he told me. I smiled at him. "Me, too."

A.N. I tried my best, but I hope I did an okay job on Harry's monologue, I was struggling a little bit with that, but I still really wanted to finish this chapter in one session. :) Also, I just watched a thirteen minute Narry interview and Harry talks like 70% of the time in such a beautiful slow way that I HAD to write a chapter in which he talks a lot.