Fake (Harry Styles)

Chapter 13

    When someone is comforting you, and you are smaller than they are, it is nice and you are easily hugged. When you are comforting someone and they are bigger than you, it can be a bit difficult. When you try to wrap your arms around them, it only reaches just past their shoulders and the effect is less passionate, so you have to settle for rubbing their back. Harry is probably two times the size I am. So, while I am trying my best to comfort him, he moves around a lot and I can never find a position to properly comfort him in. 

  Harry didn’t care though. I guess after several years of keeping a secret from people that was killing you inside, you’ll take any affection you can get. He represented a misunderstood toddler, and I represented the older sibling who understands what he wants because I’ve been through this before. But Harry is a nineteen-year old man and I am seventeen so we aren’t exactly perfectly fit into that description. 

  It was drizzling now and the ground was freezing. Harry’s hair was stuck with my hair and we didn’t move from our position off the ground. We were sitting with our arms wrapped around each other in the middle of the walkway. Nobody walked by while we were sitting here. If they did the must’ve been really quiet and walked around us. Harry finally stopped crying and now was only sniffling occasionally. 

  “Do you want to go back now? It’s raining and I don’t want you to get sick.” He probably wouldn’t care if he got sick. The amount of pain he’s in is enough to numb any cold. He nods anyway and I put my arms under his so I can haul him up. He leans on my shoulder and we walk toward his car together. Harry doesn’t say anything the whole walk. I find his car and we shuffle over to it. 

  I decide to drive him home since he is in no condition himself. I walk him over to the passenger side and sit him in the seat. He doesn’t move so I reach across the seat and buckle him like a child. The rain has picked up and my back is soaking wet along with the shoulder that wasn’t under his arm. I put the heat on high and buckle myself. After a long walk back to the car I need a moment to sit and relax. I’m not sure how long it is but when I look up from my lap, Harry is fast asleep. I don’t wake him up but put the car in park and drive towards his house. 

  When we get to his house I don’t want to wake him up. The peacefulness he looks in tells me this is the first time he’s slept all week and if he isn’t have his demons then I don’t want to bother him. The seat recliner is on the door so I lean across the console and press his chair back. He sighs as the chair hits the back seat and I unbuckle him quietly so he can roll onto his stomach. The car is warm and his clothes have dried so I decide to go inside and get something to drink. The key to his house is on the same ring as the car key. So I unhook it and go inside. 

It’s warm and cozy inside. The clock says six-o-nine so I make some dinner for us. Harry won’t be all that hungry but I still make two servings of spaghetti. I plate everything and put it on the table when the front door opens. Harry comes in rubbing his eyes. He stumbles around for a bit before waking up. 

“Oh I thought you left.” He mumbles. His coat is wet which means it started raining again. Carelessly he throws it on the couch. “You made dinner?”

I nod and hang his coat up so it doesn’t soak the couch. “Come eat I just finished it.”

He does, in fact eat, a lot too. I watch in awe as he downs his two servings and the last of my food. This has to be the first time he’s eaten in a while. The kitchen has dust everywhere. He hasn’t even been in there for days. “Why did you leave me in the car?”