Pink, Purple and Blue (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 3

HEELLLLLOOOO (imagine this hello as souding like one of Macus Butler's...Even though I don't sound like him at all... Anyway)

Here another chapter for the absolute nobody that actually reads my story :)

It's really short, even for me (I know, I know, my chapters are always short). But at least there one, no?

Okay I'm actually just finding pretexes not to be studying right now...

I'll just leave you with that, hopin' somebody will read it this time...

Enjoy!

Chap 3

Two weeks passed, and Harry and I grew closer and closer. It was easier for me to make him laugh, too.

He still didn’t go out a lot, because he didn’t want to be seen, he’d say. But it was just because he was afraid to fall on one of the other boys. Who, by the way, told the fan Harry was sick. Fortunately they weren’t on a tour, but on “vacation”. “Vacation” because they still had interviews and stuff, but no concert. Or recordings, but Harry had told me there were supposed to be some (which, I think you figured that out, he didn’t go to).

But honestly, I thought it was time.

He couldn’t just keep on doing the ostrich and hide himself from his life. He had to go on, even if it killed him inside for now. It was impossible to get over it so soon, I knew it. It would keep on hurting him for a long time. But he had to be happy, or at least not completely down like he was at that moment.

So I did the only thing I could do. I overpassed his will, because he needed it.

I stole Liam’s number in Harry’s phone.

“I’m Kathleen”

“Liam”

“Niall”

“Zayn”

“Louis isn’t here right?” That was my condition one.

“No he isn’t,” Liam answered

I handed him a key but took it back before he took it. “Do not tell management. Never bring Louis here. I’m gone to the groceries'. I’ll be back in an hour. You can stay for supper.”

“Okay mum,” Niall mocked.

Liam rolled his eyes and gave me an ‘excuse Niall’ look. I handed him the key and told them where to go.

***

I came back about fifty minutes later, three bags in my left hand and two in my right one. I managed to open the door without putting them down (what do you want, I’m lazy. Putting bags down? Too long) and passed the door to see a bloodshot-eyed Harry that weekly smiled to me, sitting down in the living room with his mates. I made my way to the kitchen, not saying anything about it.

“I’m making tacos,” I stated.

“Food!” Niall screamed and we all laughed. Even Harry.

They were really talkative people, obviously. At first I didn’t say a word, listening to them rambling to Harry about stuff I didn’t always understand and avoiding to talk about Louis. But at some point, Liam turned toward me.

“So Kathleen, you haven’t talked much! Where did you two meet?”

Harry moved uncomfortably beside me. I smirked.

“At the club. He was drunks and he looked like he didn’t know where to go, so I brought him here for the night. He somehow ended back here only a few hours after he left, in the morning.”

The guys looked at me and then at him. But they didn’t say a thing about it.

“And what do you do in life?” Niall asked between to bites.

I smirked. “I’m a programmer. Geek, if you prefer.”

Zayn frowned. “Is it because of you that they’re unable to trace his phone or his Twitter?”

Harry looked at me, surprised. “Is it?”

A kind of proud smile made its way to my lips. “Yeah. I figured they would try that.”

***

“Thank you,” Harry told me once he had closed the door behind his mates. “For letting me, a boy you had only met, stay, for being there for me, for respecting that I am not telling you the whole story, for obligating me to talk the lads, for covering me with my phone and all, for everything.”

I smiled warmly at him.

“I owe you so much!”

I cupped his face and look right in those green orbs of his. “Harry you don’t owe me anything,” I spoke slowly, “I’ve felt the need to help you the minute I laid my eyes on you.”

A small tear appeared on the corner of his eye and I immediately rubbed it off with my thumb.

“Well, thank you. A lot. I think you understand me even more than I understand myself.”

I smiled widely. “Yeah, I also feel that sometimes.”

He smiled back at me, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his dimples were.