It's Called Acting(1Dfanfic)

Chapter 42

Lydia P. O. V.

After I helped the rest of the boys out of captivity, and got Harry into some clothes...sadly. I took him on a walk with me to my old house. Hand in hand we walked down the road that was maybe a mile and half from Abby's house. He asked where I had been and I told him I got a little sidetracked. He asked me how I got sidetracked. So I told him. As crazy as it sounded. I told him everything and he listened. He would nod or make small comments on my dad's humor. And he squeezed my hand when I would pause to think about how real it felt and how much I had missed having my dad around. I kinda left the part about my mom out. I figured I'd tell him about that later. He hadn't questioned my need for him to kiss me last night either so I can just pile it all into one later. We finally arrived and I paused at the driveway at our mailbox and opened it to look inside. Nothing..not to my surprise but still. I squeezed Harry's hand and continued up the long driveway. "So this is where you grew up, huh?" He said looking around. I nodded. "Yep, I would ride my bike down this driveway every morning to wait for the mail. It was a special thing sort of with me and my dad cause he would always just get so happy when I would walk in with the mail and the paper." I pointed to a tree out beside the fence on the left. "I got stuck in that tree once! I was chasing after a squirrel and wanted to see what was so great up in the trees. Dad had to climb up and get me down. I was seven, maybe." Harry laughed loudly as if imagining my seven year old self getting stuck in a tree. "My dad's favorite dog is buried under that tree too." I said as we neared the front door. I paused and looked around the porch. Harry looked down at the steps. "Are those yours?" He asked. I looked at where he was pointing. "Yeah, from when I was 6. They poured the cement and dad decided to put my hand and footprints in the wet cement. Mom wasn't too happy about the clean up job." I giggled. He smiled and looked at the door. I sighed and put my hand on the doorknob. I opened the door and it made that familiar creaking sound. I showed Harry around the house telling him stories the whole time. He laughed so hard at the story about me having this crush on a guy back in 7th grade and he came over and my dog chased him up the stairs and ripped a hole in his pants, scaring the literal pee out of him and needless to say he never came back. I showed him my dad's office and I sat at his desk remembering I used to sit in his lap and color and draw while he was on the phone. I did it even when I was older. I had a few stories about mom too but I was more focused on dad. Me and him had a bond that I will never have with my mother. He was here for my first period. How awkward is that?! I finally got up to my room and my old art room. I had painted on my walls here. Painted pictures of the fields and lots of things I loved. Harry loves them. "Why haven't you painted on your walls at home?" He asked. I shrugged. "I haven't found the right inspiration yet, I guess." "Let me be your inspiration." He said. I looked at him and busted out laughing. "T-that was the ch-cheesiest line ever!" I cried out between my fits of giggles. He chuckled ruffling his hair agreeing that it was indeed pretty cheesy. He stood there and admired my walls a little while longer. He had this half smile and admiration twinkling in his eyes. Pride even. I felt extremely happy right then. It kinda made everything else go away. He turned and caught me staring at him. He gave me a questioning smirk(is that even allowed!) and walked towards me taking my hand again. "Enjoying the view?" He asked cockily. I rolled my eyes. "I was enjoying the view of you enjoying your view." I said and he squeezed my hand laughing quietly. I took him into my room and he tried to imagine what it was set up like. He was totally wrong. Everything he guessed was the opposite. That made me laugh at his frustration with himself for not guessing right. A text from Abby interrupted our fun.

**Hey you need to come back. Got some plans for tonight.**

I sighed and put my phone back in my pocket. Gripping his hand again my mood dampened just a little bit and I tugged him along. "Come on we gotta go back. Apparently we have plans for tonight." I said. He walked into my art room again to look at the walls...again.