When I met him.

Chapter 7 :)

Makayla's POV.

 

"C-Can you s-stay with me t-tonight?" I asked Harry. I didn't want to be alone tonight. I felt safe when I was with him. I needed him.

"Yeah, baby. Anything for you." he answered, whispering. I got up from the floor and took all the things I brought here. I handed the bag to Harry and I followed him to the car.

The car drive was quiet. I enjoyed his silence. I didn't need him to remind me of how much Tyler hurt me. I was looking out the window, thinking about all the things I went through since I met Tyler. There was so much horrible things.. I started crying. I tried to hide it, but it was too obvious for Harry. He put his hand on my thigh and I put mine on top of his. I liked the way he was always trying to comfort me.

We arrived at his flat and I got out of the car and followed him inside. I never came here. It was the first time. He unlocked the door and opened it. He turned the lights on and I was surprised by what I saw.

It was clean. He was living alone in his flat and for a guy, I have to admit it, it was pretty clean.

"Come here, I'll show you the guest room." I walked up the stairs with him and he opened a door, which I guess was the guest room.

"I'll let you change. Um, do you need any clothes? I can give you some if you want." he said, aawkwardly. I looked at what I was wearing; jeans and a tank top.

"Um.. yes please. If that's okay with you." I responded.

"Don't worry it's totally fine. I'll be right back." I nodded and sat on the bed. I looked around the room and saw some pictures on a desk. I got up and walked toward it. I took the frame in my hand and tried to see if I could reconized any of the person in the picture.

Someone who looked just like Harry was in the first one. It must be his sister, I though to myself. She was gorgeous. Her hair was just perfect. On the other photo, it was Harry and the rest of the band. They were having the time of their lives. Harry was laughing his ass off, Zayn was on Liam's back while Louis and Niall were drinking. A small smile appeared on my face when I looked at it.

"It was the night of my birthday. We had so much fun." Harry was back and he was looking at the picture I had in my hands.

"Oh sorry. I-I saw the frame and jus-"

"Oh don't worry about it." he smiled.

"I got you clothes." he said, putting them on the bed.

"Thank you." I said, walking toward the bed and taking the clothes with me.

"Are you tired? Maybe we could watch a movie or something. I-I mean if you want to. We could always go to sleep. You had a pretty tough d-day." he was nervous. Well, he acted nervous. Why?!

"Um.. yeah. I think I'll go sleep. Try at least." I said, looking at the ground.