You Saved Me ● Harry Styles AU

'In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself'.

Chapter 4:  ‘In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself’

“You first.” I gestured Harry inside.

He stood around with his hands behind his back awkwardly.

“You have a nice house…” He complimented me.

It wasn’t much. I had a small kitchenette with small white tiles lining the walls. I had a small stove and a regular sized fridge. They were both stainless steel, being gifts from my ‘mother’. There was a plain white counter that separated the kitchen from the sitting room. The sitting room also wasn’t much. I had a two-seater couch with some material; I think it was fake leather, a small wooden coffee table, which made up all of the visible area, along with a small dining table.

“It’s not much.” I ran my hand across the top of the couch.

“Sit, please.” I patted the chair.

I headed towards the kitchen, watching Harry sit down carefully, through the corner of my eye. I opened the nearly empty fridge; I never had any reason to have much food anyways. I spotted some leftover Chinese food and I thanked God that I didn’t need to make things more awkward by telling Harry I didn’t have any food.

I divided the box of rice and sweet and sour chicken into two plates and put one in the microwave. I joined Harry on the couch.

I didn’t know what to say to him but I found an interest in his hair. My hand idly reached up to comb through his hair.

“You really need a comb.” I chuckled.

He bent his head over and shook out his hair. It looked decent.

“That’s how I get by.”

“I used to have a hairdresser, who would kill to style hair like yours….”

He didn’t respond for a while and when I looked over at him, his head was held down.

“I’m sorry for not knowing…”

“Being ignorant?”

He nodded.

“You don’t have to be. I could teach you.”

“You’d do that?” His eyes shined.

“Of course I- “ The microwave interrupted me and I got up.

As I took the warm plate out of the microwave and replaced it with the other, Harry wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his face into my neck. I wasn’t much of a hugger but for Harry, I made an exception. I took his silent hug as a ‘thank you’.

“It’s not a problem. Come on, eat. Your hair smells.” I wrinkled my nose in playful annoyance.

I set the food on the table where Harry sat.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Harry asked me as I sat down with him.

“I can wait.” I shrugged.

Harry looked nervously at the fork and I almost choked at my own stupidity.

“Do you know how to use a fork Harry?”

“Umm….no.” He looked down.

“It’s okay,” I lifted his head up, “That’s what I’m here for.”

I scooted my chair closer to his and picked up the fork.

Never in all my years would I have thought that I would’ve had to feed a grown man.

“Open.” I said holding the food in front of his face.

He opened his mouth and I spooned it into his mouth.

“Make sure you’re watching what I do.” I put another in his mouth.

He looked adorable as he chewed and watched me with bright eyes.

“Thxmfls- “ He tried to say with food in his mouth, spitting some rice in my face.

“Chew first, then talk.” I held his jaw closed.

He swallowed and opened his mouth.

“This is strange,” He admitted, “Normal friends wouldn’t feed other friends.”

“I think we’ve established we’re not normal friends.” I put my hand on his knee before getting up to take the food out of the microwave.

When I returned, Harry was holding the fork in his left hand. I didn’t bother to ask him if he was right or left-handed because I knew he wouldn’t know what that meant.

“Does that feel comfortable?”

“Not really.”

“Try holding it in your right hand.” He switched the fork between hands and he nodded, telling me it felt better.

“Now watch how I put the food on the fork…”

Five minutes later and half of his food on him, Harry had grasped the basic concept of using the fork. Tomorrow I’d teach him how to use the knife as well.

I started to gather my things and Harry looked worried.

“Aren’t we going to buy something for the kids?”

“Oh, right…” He looked at his appearance in a nearby mirror, “M-Maybe I could stay with them while you go get the stuff?”

I could tell that going into a store was out of his comfort zone, so I decided we’d take it step-by-step.

As well as buying four cups of soup. I also thought of Harry so I bought male shampoo & conditioner, a comb, a new toothbrush & toothpaste. Even if he wasn’t living with me, I wanted to make sure his physical health was in-tact. I also awkwardly bought a pack of men’s briefs…I wasn’t sure if he had any!

When I got back to the alley, I saw Harry smoothing out one of the girl’s hair. She had black, shoulder length, wavy hair. I handed him the containers one-by-one, and he lifted the cups to the children’s lips. Moments like these made me realize that even with no parental influence whatsoever, Harry would make a good father.

Hello everyone! Hope you all missed me ! It’s nearly been a month and I wish to apologize AGAIN. I have so many responsibilities this story gets left behind. L But don’t worry, I’m still writing it. If only there was an easier way to update man !

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