Vulnerable (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Ch. 15

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"So you two are an item now?" Keith asks me as we put the last remaining stacks of hay onto the truck.

"Yeah, asked her yesterday and she said yes, although it kinda took a bit of work to get her to say yes." I chuckle at the memory of me almost falling off of the Ferris Wheel until she said yes.

"My, my Styles. Been here for a while now and you already have the heart of Miss All Attitude and Brains. What's your secret?" He smirks patting me on the shoulder.

"Why did you call her that? And there's not really a secret there mate."

"Well come on, don't you know her by now? You're the one that asked her out. " he looks at me but then continues. "Listen, we've all tried to get what you have now man, but she's always been the picky, isolated one."

"Well she doesn't seem that way and she's different and I like her." I sternly say.

He smirks at my statement. "Well just be careful, because word on the street is, you ain't the only one liking her. She's pretty well known Harry. But since I know you well enough by now, probably more than Em, I'm sure you'll probably bash anyone's head against the pavements if anyone laid a finger on your girl. Hell, remember last week you practically broke the poor fellas nose." He laughs. "And just because he owed you some damn money" the ringing of his laughter fills again.

"Well if you're not gonna keep your word, then you get-"

"A smashed nose?" He looks over with his grin.

"Well just be careful with Amelia, not only because of who she is, but because of who you are." He puts enfaces on the words and I know he's right. I clearly don't know too much about her though, since I don't understand what he means when I should be careful about her. But he's right, I should try calming myself if I end up being in any harsh state again around her. I just hope I'll be able to mask that angered, saddened side of myself. I've been through a lot, not trying to sound self absorbed, but it's true. For gods sakes, my own brother was shot and killed right in front of my eyes and I'm almost sure I know who was responsible and that's what pisses me the fuck off.

"I'm sure I'll be able to stay calm and serene." I assure him.

Work ends quickly and I'm home taking a shower. Cleaning up to go to Riley's place, were Amelia said she'd be at. I've gotten use to this house now. They've all treated me like they've known me all my life, and I'm okay with that since I do need something to hold my ground on. They're good people, Keith, Max and their friends like Ralph and Danny.Riley's a great guy too, as well as James. They don't really let me hang around their sister Veronica, but I know a bit about her to know she ain't too bad. She's got a nice face and is tuff, but couldn't compare to any of the features Amelia brought upon. She was someone alright, a dame, or some Marilyn Monroe. Sophisticated, yet rowdy. Tuff, yet sterile and charming. Her voice, passionate and playful, a melody but also a hard barrier that could speak sternly enough and rough enough to threaten and scare anyone. I didn't quite get what Keith had told me about her. It seemed like with her, there was nothing to worry about except worrying about all those repulsive men who'd dare try to get with her because of her looks.

I got out of the shower and after changing I waited downstairs for Keith to come down since only us were heading to James' house. For the many weeks that I've been here, I've only gotten closest to Keith. His brother Max, was the one who knew Chris more, along with Ralph. Danny's always hanging around, but he doesn't live here. The last time I had been to America, I barely talked to anyone, now here I am, older and I've gotten to know many people thanks to the guys since they're famous for throwing parties almost every weekend, or going to any party they hear of. I also have an understanding of the kids from the west side, and the ones here on the east. This town isn't very small, so there's a good amount of miles and streets between these sides. I hadn't paid attention at first, but then after going out more and more, I started seeing the way those rich kids dusted off their shoes, wore their rings proudly around each finger, and held their girls around their waist. The girls too, stood out, much more then the ones I usually see at the parties. Their blouses - kinda similar to some of the ones I've seen Amelia wear- made of light, soft material, cotton, sometimes satin, with those Peter Pan collars at the top. Skirts, that went around or below their knees, accompanied by flats that looked as if they were just recently bought. Damn, they probably had enough to buy a pair for each day.