The Lost Boy (One Direction // Harry Styles Story)

Chapter 16

After the 18 hour flight, 2 hour drive and, 10 minute silence, Harry finally spoke for our sake.

"Well, we're here." 

I slightly nodded, not even bothering to be annoyed with him stating the obvious as always. My heart was beating in pure anxiousness. Never would have I thought that I would still have the courage to face them again. 

I glanced to my right, looking at the house that I called my home. I hardly remembered how it looked like during December. The windows were outlined with flickering fairy lights.

"I remember waking up on Christmas morning and leaning on my windowsill to watch the house light from the outside and waiting for snow to magically fall from the sky." 

"Violet?" Harry whispered.

I love how my name rolls out of tongue. It made me feel so, delicate. I slowly shifted my head to the telf t to face Harry. I can see his face was plastered with concern. I then continued what I was saying, "Believe it or not, that was the best part of my December." 

Harry sucked in his breath. "I -- I'm sorry Violet. I shouldn't have forced you to go here." 

I shook my head. "You didn't force me Harry. No one did."  I pushed the car door open. "I just want to get it done with this as soon as possible." 

I felt his fingers slightly graze on my arm. "You don't have to. I'm sorry ---" 

"Hey, don't be." I cutt him off. "Now stop frowning. You look like you've just been dumped with the guilt of the whole human race." 

He lighltly chuckled before biting his lower lip in between his teeth. His gaze lifted to me once more. "I just .. don't want you to do something you don't want to do." 

I rested my back on the seat again letting out a soft sigh. "Honestly, I don't know what to do. But here I am, you know? So, I'll just go and do it. I have to admit I am terrified. But that's just it. Ever since the xfactor incident, all I have been was terrified. Terrified of my parents, my peers .. and I am sick of it." 

I heard Harry's seatbelt unbuckle. At the corner of my eye I can see him reaching for his messenger bag from the back. Once he got hold of the bag, he unzipped it and continued to rummage. He then pulled out his iTouch. He plugged his earphones and handed my one side of it. 

"Um, Harry?" I asked, very confused of his actions. 

"What's your favorite song?" He asked back as he proceeded to tap on his device. 

"Harry what's going on?" 

He stopped fumbling with the iTouch. His head dropped into his hands as he let out a groan of frustration. "I'm sorry, I don't know what to do. When I get nervous, scared or whatever, music always calms me down. I'm sorry I'm so stupid thinking this will work on you. I just don't know what to do. I -- I don't know how to calm you down. I don't know how to tell you every thing is going to be alright, because I myself is unsure of it. I -- " 

He lifted his head. His mop of curls were now messier than ever. Some of it even covering his eyes. I wanted to reach out and push them back. And so I did. And I can see his eyes were full of concern. "I -- just want you to feel safe when you're with me. I want you not to feel scared as long as I am with you." 

My hands hasn't left his face. "I realize that now, I am holding a boy who is probably terrified of a million things too."  

His face dropped once more. With my thumb, I crassed his cheek. "But, who's brave enough to take on other people's fears. So thank you Harry, for being brave for the both of us." 

A small smile started to appear on his lips. And like a mirror, a smile started to appear on my face as well. His hands then took a hold of mine. I thought he was going to tear it away from his face, but instead he circled his thumbs on it. "You make me brave." 

And on cue, Harry's phone rang. The moment his face left my hands I felt the coldness that I did not want to feel. Harry gave me so much warmth, all kinds of it. Seeing as he adjusted back to his seat, I did as well. He was speaking in hush tones on his phone, not letting me hear a thing. 

"Yeah, alright. I told you I'm busy. Not now." Was the only thing I heard before he placed his phone back in his pocket. 

"Everything alright?" I asked him. 

"Yeah, don't worry about it." He replied giving me a smile of reassurance. 

I started playing with my fingers. "Well, here I go. Can you just, stay here? I mean, not that I don't want you to go in my house but .. I feel like to truly get this over with--" 

"Alone. Yea, I get you. And sure. I'll just be here outside. In the cold. Starving. Probably going through dehydration.." Harry jokingly rambled on. 

I rolled my eyes as I stepped out of his car. I shut the car door. Harry then rolled down the windows and stuck his head out. "Also, what if a kidnapper decides that I am his or her next target? I am Harry Styles from One Direction, you know." 

I laughed. "Good thing I am in the mood for your jokes, Harry. It makes me think that even if life is terrible, your humor is worse." 

"Hahaha .. wait what?!" Harry called out demanding me to go back. 

I was just laughing as I was walking down the drive way towards our front door. While walking,Harry's face clouded my mind. I did not even realize that I am now standing right infront of the door. It was a long drive way, usually would take about a minute to walk through. I was dreading that it would be the longest minute of my life, with my feet dragging me to go back.

But because of Harry, he kind of made me forget for a minute why I was here. I realized that he constantly does that -- takes my problems away even if it is right in front of me. I pressed the door bell and sucked in my breath. I was counting in my head, how many seconds before this dreaded door opens. 

1-2 -3 

Door still closed 

4-5 

Do I hear foot steps inside or am I just being paraniod? 

6-7 

I can still run back to the car 

8

No Violet, be brave. 

9 

Be b -- 

10 

The door opened. 

Unfortunately, my mouth couldn't do the same. So instead, I let the figure infront of me take the first words of what I expect to be a very long discussion.

"V--Violet."