Lost and Found || Punk H.S

Chapter 6

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Andrea's P.O.V

The drive to Harry's house was completely silent. I tried to think of exactly what I was going to say to him. I'd have to make sure he didn't get too mad. I've only seen him mad once, but I wouldn't want to see that again. 

I have to tell him everything though. Everything from the very beginning. Even if it hurt him, which some of it will. But it'll hurt me too. Like he was reading my thoughts, he grabbed my hand and started rubbing circles into the back of my hand. I smiled weakly up at him and he returned it.

We arrived at his house that I barely recognized from the first time I was here. I was barely conscious last time and didn't really have much time to take it in. There were flowers out front and a tire swing connected to the tree. I smiled at the thought of a younger Harry swinging on the tire enjoying life.

Before I knew what was going on my door was opened for me. "Well are you coming or not," he smiled. Damn those dimples. I laughed and got out of his car. He grasped my hand and walked me to the front door. He got his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door dragging me in with him. 

"Mom," he yelled. "I'm in the living room sweetie. What do you need?" The blush in his cheeks was prominent in his cheeks due to the nickname his mother had given him. "Mom I need you to come here," he said still blushing. His mom walked into the room and when she saw me her face turned from confused to happy within seconds. 

"So you've brought a girl home Harry," she asked. "What's your name?" "Andrea Rose," I whispered. I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my life. She looked up at Harry smiling and I saw him nod slightly. She wrapped me into a tight hug and I felt a tear fall on my shoulder. "We've missed you here in the Styles home," she whispered. "Especially Harry," she added. "I'm Anne, Harry's mom. You're always welcome here just so you know," she smiled and hugged Harry whispering something into his ear before going back to the living room. 

I followed Harry up to his room and sat down on his bed. This is not going to be fun.

Harry's P.O.V

This is going to be awful. I can already tell. My mom was so happy when she got to 'meet' Andrea. She told me not to fuck anything up before leaving and I wanted to laugh but I knew she'd scold me. I always mess things up, I'm pretty sure the whole world knows that by now.

I sat in front of her on my bed and grabbed her hands. I slipped the bandanas off her arms and she looked at me confused. "I hate it when you hide yourself from me. Plus if I get super pissed I'll calm down a bit when I see this," I whispered. She nodded and cleared her throat. I kissed her arm for encouragement and she took a deep breath.

"When I woke up in the hospital I had no idea who anyone was. My dad picked me up after a week of no one showing up. I wasn't really sure what to think because I didn't know much of anything, but I knew that wasn't right. I heard nurses talking about it in the halls about how he was supposed to pick me up after three days but didn't show up. When he did there was no happy greeting or anything. It's like he didn't want me and I've learned that that's what it was. I know my parent's don't want me. That year I was really lost, but I got a chance to start over I guess you could say. Popular kids started hanging out with me and let me think it was okay to think low of people. Ray stayed beside me and always told me how we knew each other our whole lives and she was immediately my best friend. The only morally good thing about that year was who I met."

"I met this boy named Sam and it seemed like he actually cared about me. I say met loosely because he said we'd known each other our whole lives too. Eventually well, I fell hard for him. I loved him," Okay that stings a little bit but I'm not going to say anything. "Or at least I thought I did." Wait, what? "He got killed in a car crash. We were driving to our friend's house when we were hit by a drunk driver. I had always wished it was me, but it wasn't. I hated that little detail but I tried to move on when I got to high school."