A Moment in the Crowd

Chapter 20: Hospitality

"Wh - ... What are you doing here?" I stare at my idol, eyes wide in horror. Or is it shock? I can't tell.

"I was in Detroit and it's only a four hour drive." He states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. 

It isn't. At least not to me, that's for sure. 

I take a moment to stare at him. He's still the sexy 20-year-old that I fell in love with from pictures on a screen. Although he's changed so much since his face graced my eyes for the first time when he was sixteen, I can't help but love all the changes in him. This time Harry is wearing a plaid shirt that hangs loosely open, with a simple white t-shirt underneath. His jeans are undoubtedly tighter than mine, and his shoes probably cost more than my house. 

"So... Well - okay then." I don't know what to say to him, or what to think really. If there's one thing I wasn't expecting, it was for him to veer 4 hours out of his way to come see me. You'd think answering a Twitter DM would be easier.

"Can I come in?" He asks with a smirk.

I step aside, gesturing him to come in through the front door. He looks around the small foyer that has no barrier into the formal living room. His eyes linger on the grand piano that doesn't completely fit in the room space.

"It's nice." He says politely, still looking around the house.

I know he's only being polite because the house, although not falling apart, is far from nice. I see it as practical, and nothing more. It's a big enough space that all of our old furniture can fit, so it suits us fine.

"Can I get you a drink or something?" I don't know what to do with him standing in my foyer, staring around my house.

It's the most unusual thing to see Harry in my house. It's like someone photoshopped him in here, and the scenery around his familiar body seems so out of place. He also looks taller than I remember him. He seems to nearly reach the ceiling if I think about it hard enough.

"No, actually can I use your loo? A four hour drive is pretty long to hold a wee." He smiles jokingly. 

"Yeah, right in there." I try to say the words smoothly, but they fumble out of my mouth awkwardly. I point towards a bathroom right in front of the front door that he came in through. 

The second Harry closes the bathroom door, I hear another knock at the door in front of  me. I completely fucking forgot about Addison for the brief moment that Harry Styles walked into my house.

How the fuck did he even know where I live?

I hastily shuffle to the door and open it to see Addison's ginger hair and freckled face smiling at me. She jumps up and down a little, then hugs me tightly. 

"Oh my gosh, I've missed you so much! How are you? You ready to go?"

I'm still in shock at the fact that Harry showed up only minutes before her, and he's currently 'having a wee' in my bathroom. 

"I missed you too." I say through the curtain of her red hair that covers my face as I release her from our hug.

"But I - ..." I begin to attempt an explanation as to what the hell is going on right now, but before I get the chance, the toilet flushes behind me and Harry steps out of the washroom, wiping his wet hands on his pants. 

"Holy fucking shit." Addison says as I turn to face Harry completely.

"Lily why is Harry Styles in your house?" She squeaks.

She forgets that he's in fact standing right there, and he extends his hand and replies for me.

"I'm Harry, nice to meet you. And I'm here to visit Lily." He smiles at her and states his reasoning so casually, I almost believe that it's not that big of a deal.