Collide. {Harry Styles Fanfiction}

Chapter 2- I need to find you.

Harry Edward Styles

"Ehm, hello?"  I mumble, nerves creeping through my body.  My fingers drumming on the bedside table.  

"How can we help-,"  Already knowing it wasn't her I hang up and drop the phone to the floor.  My head throbs, and I run my hands through my excessive amount of curls.  A part of me wants to curl up into my bed, forget about the whole thing and fall asleep.  I can't do this though, I owe Jade everything in the world, an apology and explanation were the least I could do for her.  

My cell phone rings, probably one of the lads.  Or maybe a girl I slept with that actually expected me to call her back.  I pushed the phone under one of my many pillows.  Swinging my legs up, I lay down and for a moment I close my eyes, and in that moment I'm brought back... to the night of January 31st, 2007.

"You know if you just called me earlier we wouldn't have to whisper,"  Jade giggled into the phone not caring who she might wake.

"This way I don't have a time limit,"  I replied, shrugging even though I knew she couldn't see me.

"You're turning 13 tomorrow, Harry!"  She squealed into the phone, which I pulled away from my ear.

"It's not a big deal,"  I murmur, tracing the patterns in my pajamas.  The clock to my right read 10:08, but I wasn't tired, after all there was only 2 hours until my birthday.  Theoretically. 

"You're going to be a teenager!  Don't tell me it's no big deal,"  She mocked playfully.

"HARRY!"  Gemma yells down the hallway, no doubt Mum in tow.

"Crap, I've got to go Jade,"  I say quickly, but still wait for a response.

"Harry,"  She whines.

"I'm sorry!"  I cry, the footsteps approaching closer.

"Fine, goodnight Harry,"  Her voice is finally at a whisper.

"See you tomorrow?"  I ask, the door now bursting open.

"Well of course,"  She laughs once more, and hangs up the phone.

My stomach clenches, and my heart pounds.  Jade, I need to find you.

I stand from my bed, a little dazed but I get moving.  If she changed her phone number there's a possibility she also changed houses.  It was always best to think of all the possibilties, so I wouldn't get disappointed with the outcome.  Deciding my best bet was to go to the home that was only a few blocks from mine, I hunted for a cab.

My feet move from the cab, up their driveway.  It's just the way I remembered, flowers in full bloom, a well kept lawn, and trees spotting the minimal front yard.  It was always beautiful, despite the England weather.

I stand before the mahogony door, and before I can second guess myself I knock.

Once, twice, three times.  

I hear footsteps shuffling behind the door which was lauched open and a small child peered at me from her ruby brown eyes.  

"There's someone at the door,"  She yelled, hardly able to form some of her words.  I look behind her, hoping to see the familiar face of Jade's mother or maybe even Jade herself.

"Oh my,"  A whisper sprung from an unseen mouth.  

"Harry?"  The woman came into view, and relief washed over me.  Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she smelled just as I remembered.  Like flowers, and good food.

"Well come on in, if you're looking for Jade she's... oh goodness knows where, make yourself comfortable"  She walks off into the kitchen like she always used to.

I followed Jade's mother into the kitchen which was completely remodeled with black bottom cabinets and brown overhanging cabinets that were sleek and shiny, I began to look for the white couch Jade and I would sit on together while we waited for her mother to finish cooking.  The couch was still there, and was set against a dark fuschia wall which was new as well.

"Uh, Mrs. Delaney?"  I call, watching the little child that once stood before me forage through the cupboards.

"Yes Dear?"  She answered, paying more attention to the food she was cooking that the conversation we were about to have.

"Who's this?"  I nod toward the little girl, even though she cannot see me.  

"Mum!  Jade's eaten all the cookies,"  The girls whine answered my question.  She didn't look much like Jade, or her mother.  Her hair was a beautiful mane of light blonde waves, her eyes a ruby brown, and her face more oval than heart-shaped.

"You've been away a while, Harry.  I don't know how Jade's going to feel about you popping into our home out of the blue,"  She said, her voice was stern but not quite stern enough to where I felt guilty. A lot like my own mother.

"Well, I ran into her at the Oxford Street mall,"  This made Jade's mum stop stirring the food, and freeze.  For a moment she was still, but soon she stormed  through the dining room into the lounge.  I can see her clearly from where I sit, and I watch her fingers punch and poke each number with either great anger, or concern.

"Where the hell are you?"  She whispers harshly into the phone.  I was shocked, I never heard her talk to Jade like that, or anyone really.

"Get home now,"  She growled, and hung the phone up too roughly.

"It's best if you leave, Harry,"  Her voice was stone cold, and her icy eyes glared at me.  This was the first time I was ever scared of Marcy Delaney.

"Yes, Mrs. Delaney," I clear my throat and briskly walk to the front door, the chrome handle already turning before I can reach it.

"Jade," I breathe quietly.  Her lips are parted in surprise, and her eyes are wide and bloodshot.  A clear sign she'd been crying earlier.

"Can I talk to you, outside,"  I whisper, settling a hand on her bicep.  She jerks away a bit, but nods and leads the way out the door.