I was so distracted by everything that I hadn’t noticed that we had come to a stop until I heard the seatbelts un-clicking and saw the boys beginning to get out of their seats. “Hey Lou, where are we exactly?” I looked up and saw a tall apartment building and wondered if we were meeting someone important here.
(HARRY’S POV)
Louis slid open the door and reached out for Nora’s hand helping her out guiding her up the slight step up to the sidewalk, “Nora, I’d like to welcome you home.” Her jaw dropped as she looked up at the building in awe. “Home? But I don’t even have, I mean, wait what?” Niall let out a barking laugh and Louis continued to help her up closer to the building.
“No love, this is our home, so now it’s yours too. You see we all live in different apartments here, except for Harry and I who live together, and while we’ve been ducking back to get stuff we’ve also been getting a room ready for you.” Her face lit up like a child walking into a candy store as we took her closer the complex.
“Wait so you guys actually want me to live with you? You haven’t gotten sick of me yet?” I chuckled to myself and took over helping Nora.
“Of course we haven’t, but I’m just saying sorry in advance for when you have to live with us. Our hospital behavior has been somewhat, toned down, so just giving you a heads up.” I was distracted then by a familiar screech from a little way down the road and we all looked up to see three or so girls quickly making their way down the path, getting closer by the second.
“Harry, you take her inside and we’ll just talk with them for a minute and then we’ll meet you up there.” The boys helped to shelter her and I reached my arm under her shoulder and helped her with her knee up the stairs.
“Thanks Harry, so does that happen often? The whole fans showing up here thing?” She looked deeply concerned and her pensive blue eyes were filled with sincerity as she turned around to face me. I assumed that she had picked up on our stressed reactions to having the fans around her and usually it was great to meet them because without our fans there’s no reason for us to be making music. But Nora is still so fragile and I can’t help but be aware of a strong brotherly concern I feel towards her and I want to keep her sheltered from the harsh reality of the tabloids and fans.
“Yeah it does, but they mean well and stuff and we basically owe our whole careers to them, and electricity but yeah mainly the fans.” Her face lit up as she laughed and we waited for the elevator to take us up to the top floor. The familiar blink of the doors opening drew us away from the growing crowd outside around the other guys and we went together into the elevator.
“So you guys are actually serious though? Cause I appreciate everything you’re doing but I can’t help but feel like I’m intruding a bit on your lives and everything.” She was looking down at her feet her hair falling softly down in her face as she fiddled with the ends of her sleeves.
“Nora, you can’t be intruding on our lives if your part of them, when we said we’d be with you no matter what, we meant it. And Louis is out a lot of the time with his girlfriend anyway and I get a bit lonely so it will be nice having you around.” She looked up just as the doors opened to reveal the familiar hallway leading to our door and I rummaged around in my pockets trying to find the keys before realizing that I had been so distracted downstairs that I had actually forgotten to get them from Louis.
“Oh shit, oh Nora I’m so sorry but I left the keys with Louis, are you going to be okay here if I just run down and grab them? I’ll be right back I promise.” She smiled and nodded so I impatiently pressed the elevator button waiting to be able to run back down. The elevator doors opened and I rushed in watching them close again and the uneasy feeling rose back up in my stomach like it did every time we left her on her own.
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The Accident (One Direction Fanfic)
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