Crazy Little Thing Called Love

The Break Down Or How I Don't Deserve Harry Styles In My Life

Hi everyone, for some reason I really enjoyed this chapter even though it's not a very happy one. The Clarry shippers out there will appreciate it nevertheless, I am sure. ;) All the love, Summer xxx

I walked up the pathway to Harry's door and rang his doorbell, praying that he was home. After a few seconds, the door opened revealing a slightly confused Harry. His confusion turned into worry as soon as he saw my face. "Claire?" I managed to bring out a hoarse "Hi." before I burst into tears. Harry instantly pulled me into his arms and just held me while I cried. "Hey, you're okay, you're okay. I'm here." He stroked my hair and whispered soothing words into my ear while I held onto him as if I was drowning and he was my lifeline. "Shhhhhh, it's okay. Just let it all out." After two minutes or so, he let go off me a bit and quickly carried my suitcase into his house, before he pulled me in as well and closed the door behind us. He carefully helped me out of my coat and simply threw it over my suitcase, before he pulled me into him again. I couldn't stop crying the entire time and he seemed to be seriously worried about me.

He gently put my arms around his neck, lifted me up and carefully carried me into the living room where he sat down with me in his lab. He just held me and rubbed my back while I let out all of the built up tension and tears. After a few minutes I felt like I couldn't cry anymore and just leaned my head against Harry's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. "Thank you." I managed to croak out and he gave me a light kiss on my head. "Any time, Claire, any time. I am so sorry that you're so upset. If you want to talk about it or if there's anything I can do for you, please let me know." I nodded again.

"I'm sorry for ruining your shirt." I apologised quietly and felt his chest vibrate. "Please don't worry about my shirt, love. It was only Gucci, I am sure they will be happy to give me another one if I ask them." He chuckled. "Only you would worry about a shirt after breaking down completely." I blushed a bit and was glad that he couldn't see my face. I took a deep breath. "It's my dad. He... he isn't doing well and my mum's very worried about him and there isn't much that the doctors can do to help him, you know?" I felt Harry's grip tighten around me. "I am so sorry to hear that. Is there anything that can be done? That I can do? Do you need any money for a special treatment or something like that?"

I shook my head. "We kind of knew that this would come one day, but no one thought that it would come by so fast." I voice broke at the end of the sentence. "It's just... I can't lose my dad, Harry. Not yet anyway. He was supposed to see me get married, meet his grandchildren, grow old with my mum." I took a shaky breath and felt Harry's hands gently stroking my back again. "I wish I could help you in any way." he admitted quietly and I pulled away a bit and looked up at him. "You already are." I told him with a hint of a smile. He smiled down at me and gently pressed a kiss to my forehead, before I snuggled back into him.

"I originally just came to bring you your Christmas present." I told him. "You know, before I started crying and all of that." There was a short silence and when he spoke again I could hear the smile in his voice. "Really? I was planning on giving you yours tomorrow before I go home." I looked up. "Really?" He nodded and grinned down at me. "Are you going home today then?" he asked me and I nodded again. "Yes, my mum needs me and so does my dad. I'm taking the train around 5pm." Harry looked towards his clock and then frowned. "Are you sure you want to take the train? I could give you a ride home and then drive home myself. I am sure my mum wouldn't mind if I came a little earlier." he suggested, but I shook his head.

"I live in a completely different part of England, Harry, that's rubbish. You would have to drive Hunstanton and then another three and a half hours to Holmes Chapel. As much as I would love to say yes, I cannot ask that from you. But thank you for the offer." He frowned and thought for a moment. "How about this: I drive you home tonight, stay for dinner and then leave afterwards? I would love to see your parents again. I mean only of course, if that's okay with you and your parents." He quickly added. I was tempted. It would be amazing not to have to take the train home. I decided to ask my parents first. "Could I maybe use your phone and ask my mum if she would be okay with you coming as well, even if it's just for dinner?" I asked him and his eyes lit up and he nodded. "Absolutely, just let me get my phone really quickly." I slid of his lab and thanked him quietly.

He returned after a few seconds and handed me his phone. "Here you go love." I dialled my parents' number for the second time that day and waited until my mum picked up the phone. "Winters, hello." I smiled a bit when I heard her voice. She sounded a lot happier than this morning. "Hi, mum, it's me again." Harry sat back down next to me and intertwined our fingers, giving my hand a light squeeze. "Claire, is everything alright, love? You sound like you cried." I silently cursed my mum for knowing me so well. "I'm fine mum, really. I, um, I was wondering if you would mind if Harry came over for dinner as well? He offered to drive me home before driving home himself, but lives all the way over in Holmes Chapel and I at least wanted to offer him dinner if he insists on driving me."

I looked over to Harry who gave me an encouraging smile. "Harry? The gorgeous young man that you brought to Izzie's wedding?" I was suddenly very happy that Harry could only hear my part of the conversation. "Yes, that Harry. How many guys named Harry who would offer to drive me home do I know?" I chuckled and Harry smirked next to me. "I was just asking, honey. Of course he can stay for dinner. But isn't it a bit too late to drive all through the night to Holmes Chapel? He could stay the night and then drive home tomorrow morning if he likes. Would you mind passing him the phone, please?" I hesitantly held the phone out to Harry who smiled widely and then put the phone to his ear.

"Martha, hi, how are you?" I watched him talk to my mum on the phone, trying to figure out what she was saying. "Of course not." he said and threw me an amused look. "Please, I don't want to be a burden." He blushed a bit and then smirked. I was about to take the phone away from him when he started laughing. "Yes, I've noticed that as well. Thank you for your kind hospitality. I am looking forward to seeing you again tonight." He held out the phone and I shot him a look and hesitantly brought the phone up to my ear. "Mum?"

There was a shuffle at the other end. "Claire, darling, how did you befriend such an amazing guy, love? Where did you find him?" I chuckled. "I'll tell you about that when he's not sitting next to me, okay?" Harry's head shot up and I grinned. "I'll hold you to that. I am glad that you don't have to take the train home, honey. I am really looking forward to seeing you soon." I smiled widely. "I can't wait to see you either, love you. Bye." After she had said goodbye, I hung up and put the phone down on the couch table.

"Do I even want to know what you two talked about?" I asked Harry and he chuckled. "Probably not. Do I want to know what you'll tell her when I am not listening?" I grinned and smirked at him. "Probably not." His grin widened and he gently pushed a loose strand of hair out of my face. "Alright, I'll have to finish packing really quickly. Are you okay to wait here for a couple of minutes until I'm back?" I nodded and he quickly left the room to finish packing, while I sat in the living room, wondering what I had done to deserve Harry Styles in my life.