Pink, Purple and Blue (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 2

Here's chapter Two!

I know I don't upload a lot, but I hardly have anyone reading, so that doesn't really matter. I don't even know why I'm writing this A/N, because nobody really cares about what's written here. So I'm just gonna... 

Yeah.

Enjoy!

“I prepared the guess bedroom for you. Well it’s actually my brother’s but he is almost never here during school year, except for Christmas and stuff,” I told Harry. “You can as well pick up some of his clothes, he won’t mind.”

“Okay, thank you.”

***

He stayed a few days at my flat, as he would call it, never really leaving. I even went to buy him clothes (which he insisted on paying me back, but I refused).

“It’s not like I need money Harry,” I said, my blue eyes not even leaving the computer screen I was in front of. “They pay me well enough,” I added, shaking my head toward my computer.

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” Panic flashed in his eyes. I realised how it probably sounded to him.

“No, not the paps!” I pulled away some black hair off my face as I explained, “I’m a programmer. One of the youngest in California.”

He relaxed and smiled at me. He started to ask questions about me, like he was actually trying to know me. It was cool to talk about me for once; I have never really been the one to talk about my life unless you ask questions, and people hardly ever care enough to, so... For once I could rant about pointless things, about how I was proud of having my hair to my hips, about my mother tongue that was actually French. About my brother Will, that still lived in Québec, studying, about how different the education system was back there. About how much snow we get in the winter in my hometown. And about the rest of my family, too. I could rant about all those shitty unimportant things and he still looked interested.

“I’ve got a cousin, Mely, who is fifteen. We’re really close. And I must say, she loves you guys so much! She’s like, your biggest fan.”

For the first time, I saw him really smile. His dimples even started to show. Of course it wasn’t a bright, big smile, but it still was a true one.

“Our biggest fan, yeah?”

I nodded, and he took his phone, opening twitter. I guessed the trending about #whathappenstoLarry had gone down a bit, because even though his smile faded, he didn’t seem too affected.

“What’s her username?” he asked.

“Mely_1D. I bet she’s gonna call me and scream over the phone if you follow her!”

“What’s yours?” he asked after a minute me and I was somehow surprised.

“Kaths_progs.”

His head snapped up, eyes wide. “You’re verified?”

“You’re not the only one who is, Styles,” I mocked. “I’m kinda well-known as a programmer.”

“Yeah?” He scrolled down my tweets. Some were about my programs, some about life in general and stupid meaningless crazy tweets. Some were convo’s with Mely. And some were about him (well him and his mates, but mostly him). He gave me an amused look and my cheeks reddened.

“My programs are said un-hackable. I made some tests to prove it.”

On that subject though, I had to be careful if he asked questions. I couldn’t tell him about Cass. Nobody could know about Cass.