Sweet and Sour (Harry Styles AU)

How To Save A Life

Cammi's P.O.V.

I hopped out of the van all 6 of us, plus a bodyguard, took.

"You're dead Aly," Zayn yelled after me as I ran throughout the parking lot with him chasing me. If your wondering why he's attempting to kill me, it's because I threw his mirror in the trash after breaking it. I'm evil.

"Never! For Narnia!" I yelled, almost tripping in my Uggs. I'm glad I was back in that sweater dress and leggings or he would've caught me by now.

"Cammi! Watch out!" Zayn yelled, I looked back and saw he stopped but I kept going and then when I looked forward I saw a car coming and it didn't seem to be stopping. The next thing I know I'm on the ground and the car is speeding past us and there is something heavy pinning me down. I looked at who was on top of me and saw Harry. I threw my arms around his neck and burst into tears. I'm not sure why but I'm pretty sure it's because he just saved my life.

"Shhh. I got you. Lets get inside and get some food in you and calm you down," he cooed in my ear, picking me up bridal style while I continued to sob into his shirt.

I heard quite a few pairs of footsteps approaching us and a pair of hands tried to pull me off of Harry but I just gripped him tighter. Harry's arms tightened around me slightly and for some reason I calmed down a little, knowing that he cared enough to not just to toss me into the next person's arms.

"Thank you," I whispered into Harry's ear as he carried me inside. I was still crying but the tears had slowed down enough for me to talk.

"Any of us would've saved you," he said back.

"I meant for caring about me," I whispered. "Even after I've only been a bitch to you," I added, more to myself than to him.

"It's alright. You're just in a fragile state. When you calm down enough we can go back to hating eachother," Harry said and I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Why is it you're making me think that you enjoy it when we hate eachother," I said as he sat me down in the very large booth we got. Harry slid in next to me and laughed a little. He grabbed a napkin from the table and started cleaning up my mascara that had run down my face. He was doing it gently as to not hurt me and I wondered how he learned to do it softly because most boys would just scrub it off vigorously if they're nice enough to even try.

"I have an older sister, Gemma, so I learned how to deal with tears," Harry said, almost as if he could read my mind.

"I wish my 'brother' learned that," I said, my tears had come to a stop but Harry was still cleaning up my make-up. I have a fake family for the public. My real dad is a drunk and my real mom is dead. I'm also actually an only child but management thought it would be better if I have a brother so they gave me a fake family.

"Not everyone can be as awsome as me," Harry said, grabbing my purse from me. He opened it looked around until he found my mascara and put it on me along with a little blush.

"Thank you. And remind me to call Gemma some time and thank her," I said, taking my purse from him.

"Are you two done yet or do you have to get a room?" Zayn teased from across from Niall who was next to Harry.

"He was only being helpful. But if I were you I would watch out. We seem to be a little bit more like friends and he knows your secret weaknesses and I know how to pull pranks. We're a dangerous team," I warned him teasingly.

"Punching him and cussing her out one minute, calling him a friend and saving her from a car the next. Welcome to the bipolar lifes of Harry and Cammi," Niall said, saying the last bit in a talk show host voice. We all laughed just as the waiter came up, scaring and confusing him out of his mind.