Fire (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 49

“What are we going to do today?” Harry asked as we sat cuddled up on his sofa, listening to the blare of the TV.

“I should probably go home, see my dad. Plus I have school tomorrow.” I replied, still looking at the blurry haze of the screen. There was a short silence, both of us a little upset at having to go our separate ways again.

“Do you want something to eat?” He asked me, hopping up from the sofa and walking to the kitchen.

“Uh…no thanks I’m fine.” I said, Harry turned around and looked at me with a tilted head.

“Do you want something to eat?” He repeated, this time his tone was a little firmer.

“No, thank you…” I replied again. Harry kept walking, pulling various things out of the fridge as he asked me again.

“So what do you want? I have bacon, pasta, anything.” I laughed a bit, although Harry seemed to be deadly serious.

“I don’t want anything.” I retorted, adjusting my position on the sofa.

“Violet, you must be starving, eat something.” He begged, now looking at me with puppy dog eyes. I tutted and got up off the sofa, walking to the kitchen and standing beside him, looking into his fridge.

“You decide, I’ll make tea.” He said, turning around, but not before slapping my bum lightly. I jumped and let out a high pitch screech, Harry laughed and trotted towards the kettle. I shook my head in derision, turning back to the fridge and surveying the various foods scattered in an unorganised style about the shelves and ledges.

“What are you having?” I asked, hoping to narrow the decision a little bit.

“Whatever you’re having love.” He said, slapping down the lid of the kettle and placing it onto its stand. I huffed in derision, pulling out a packet of bacon and some margarine. I walked over to Harry, placing the ingredients on the side and looking around his kitchen for a suitable frying pan. Harry chuckled beside me, watching as I scoured through various cupboards and drawers for utensils.

“Do you want food or not?” I asked, standing up and placing my hands on my hips. He soon shut up, and pointed to a rack just above the cooker. I followed his finger with my eyes, spotting a large wok shaped pan.

“Thank you darling.” I said with a smile, gracing past him.

***

“Ready?” He asked me as I gathered my things from his flat.

“Yeah.” I said, hopping through the door and pulling it closed. Harry stood outside, wearing his black army coat and his leather gloves. He took my hand in his. Even through the leather; I could still feel the warmth. His touch was comforting, even when I was feeling this bliss. He opened the passenger door of his Range Rover with his free hand and guided me in, before closing the door after me. The few seconds of silence I had to myself, sitting in the car on my own were spent in reflection of the last few days, the ups and downs, mainly the downs. It’s kind of like I’ve learnt from them though, I know that I’ll never have to go through them again.

Harry slammed his door shut and put his key in the ignition, turning it and releasing the roar of the engine. He sat back in his seat, placing his hands on the wheel.

“This sucks.” He declared. I was surprised at his sudden outburst.

“What does?” I asked, taking his hand over the lever of the handbrake.

“Driving you home…” He said.

“Well, I can walk if you want.” I joked, shedding a small smile, encouraging Harry to lighten up.

“No, I mean…I don’t want you to leave.” He admitted. I shrugged my shoulders and leaned over the small space that separated us, placing my palm on his cheek, pulling his face towards me and placing a delicate kiss on his lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he neared me, eyelashes balancing on the tops of his cheeks. The kiss lasted only seconds, but left a lasting tingle on my lips.

We both drew back reluctantly, our eyes only meeting momentarily; I leaned back in my seat, taking Harry’s hand over the brake once more.

***

Harry and I both jerked forward a little bit at his sharp brake. We were here, my house.

“So, I guess I’ll see you later.” I said, retrieving my black rucksack from the foot well. Harry nodded beside me, waiting for me to stop fumbling with the straps.

“I’ll call you everyday, and if you want, I’ll come over, whenever.” He declared. I smiled at him, a little sadness in my eyes.

“See you later Harry.” I said, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him in for a long hug. His hands rest on my back, spreading warmth through me, the lack of kissing bared no odds, the moment was just as magical without introducing each others lustful antics.

“Looking forward to it.” He mumbled, his voice sending vibrations through my body from where his chin rested on my shoulder. I reluctantly released him; his curls brushing across my cheek, drawing back and letting our eyes meet one last time before turning around and pulling the silver lever to open the door. I pushed open the door and slid out, turning around one last time to get a glimpse of my curly-haired boy.

*****HARRY’S POV*****

Her eyes looked remorseful, I begged for just a couple more days with her. For my benefit, for the sake of my own sanity, just a few more days. She turned around, her caramel hair streaming down her back in wavy locks. I watched her approach her house, I watched her call out for her father as she stepped through the door, I watched her disappear from my sight. From that moment, I knew I’d be counting the minutes till I could lay my eyes on her again, till I could hold her in my arms, feel her warmth. As she closed the door behind her, as the silence around me became more and more deafening, as I realised my absolute confinement, my loneliness, the dull aching began to sprout in my chest once again, the same aching I’d felt for all them weeks. A sharp stabbing sensation radiated through my chest, and swell of heat flushed my mind, the tingling in my fingers and the numbness in my legs, the urge to just end it all pressed through me. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, Gemma’s death…Gemma’s death was never going to be made irrelevant, the hurt and genuine physical pain I was enduring now…it was all a part of me, it was never going to leave me. Every second I was without Violet, there was a chance of her… a chance of her not being okay. It was a chance I’d taken on Gemma, a chance I was not willing to gamble on again.