Protector (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I only have a week left until the Convergence. I have found a temporary job as a waitress but I am going to need something more serious soon. I wonder what new relationship I will have with Harry on my twenty-first birthday. All these questions in my head and I have to wait a week before I get some real answers. I have tried to call my mom and ask what happens bus she wont tell me anything. She says is a surprise. Its all so frustrating.

My next week kind of falls into a routine. Wake up, eat, get ready, go to work, wait tables for six hours, come home, shower, eat, look up information about the Convergence, and go to sleep. Yet it creeps by so slowly. I count down the days. 5.....4.......3...........2.

Two days before I hop in my mobi and fly for three hours to my parents house. My mom and dad are excited to see me and to be honest I have missed them too. I am so tiered from my flight that all I can do is eat the food they have cooked for me which if course is delicious, shower and go to bed.

The next day I wake up and my mother is standing over me. My mother is short, but she is elegant and beautiful. She looks like she is in her early thirties even though she is in her late fourties. Her face is made up perfectly and her hair is styled perfectly. Her name is Shirley. Such a motherly name. "Wake up sleepy head. Were going out to get you ready for your Convergence." she says. Great. "You have fifteen minutes to get ready, and don't wear any makeup. Just change." she leaves the room.

I groan but I get up and do what she asks. In ten minutes I am downstairs and we are walking out the door. We get into her mobi and I realize mine is more modern that hers. I give myself a mental pat on the back. I take it back when I see she takes much better care if it than I do and it almost runs better that mine. Almost.

We drive into the town and stop at a high class spa. I get out and follow her inside. The Buddy smiles at us. It asks us what we want and she tells it that my Convergence is tomorrow and that I would like the Convergence deluxe package.

I have no idea what that means but it nods and types something on a screen. Seconds later a smiling woman comes up to us.

Its like she knows I'm turning twenty-one tomorrow because she takes my hand and leads me to the back into a room. The room is a sterile white with music playing and a lovely aroma coming from somewhere in there. She leads me to a tub filled with a pink liquid. She turns around while I strip and step into the tub.

When I step in at first its lime I was being burned alive but then it was like lying in a cloud. The lady walked over to me and handed me a tube of something clear. She told me to spread it on my eye brows and eyelashes. Then she gave me a water tight cap and I put it on my head, sealing all my hair away.

She instructed me to dip my head under the surface. I knew it was going to burn but I also knew I had to. I dipped under the surface and for a split second it felt like my face was being melted off. Then it was gone.

My head broke the surface and the lady smiled at me. She handed me a towel and I wiped my face, getting rid of the pink liquid and clear gel.

She laid a thin robe on the chair next to the tub and left the room. I stepped out and put the robe on. I expected to have to dry off but I wasn't wet at all. I looked at the tub but the pink liquid was already draining out of the tub.

The lady walked back in and handed me a mirror. My mouth dropped open in shock when I looked at myself. The solution had gotten rid of all the hair on my body except where I had put the clear stuff. Not only that but any unwanted fat had melted off my body. I was thin and sexy but not too skinny. I looked great. Wow.

I reach up to take the cap off my head but the woman stops me. "Don't take that off until tomorrow, okay?" she says.

"Okay." I don't know why she said that but if it has the same beautifying effect at the pink stuff I'm not going to be the one to question it.

For the next four hours I am pampered, pressed, and perfected. And it gets better, they feed me. And the food is exquisite. As good as my moms home cooked meals.

When we finally walk out of the spa the sun is setting. We get in the mobi and go home.

We walk in and I immediately go to my room and crash, thinking about Harry and what tomorrow will bring.

I wake up at twelve a.m. on July seventeenth. My veins are running with fire but it doesn't hurt. I just feel it. It tingles. I feel different. More grown up. I look around and see a figure beside my bed. I know its Harry. I don't know how I know but I do. I was expecting him.

"The Convergence has happened. You're changed." he says. I feel changed.

I look at him. "Are you going to tell me who you are now?" I ask.

"Yes." he says.

"Okay who are you?" It's my first question.

"My name is Harry Styles." he says.

"And what are you to me?" I ask.

"I'm your Protector." he answers.

"No your not. Protectors only appear once the Convergence has occurred." I protest.

"Thats with normal Protectors. I am one of the First Generation. From the 2000 era."

"But Protectors didn't come out until 2060" I say.

"I lived in the 2000 era. I died in 2060" he says.

"Wait you were alive once? I thought protectors were just simulators." I say. I am so confused.

"There were only five people in the First Generation. All other generations were based off of us. We are the most powerful of all Protectors because we are First Generation. I had the power to protect you before the Convergence. I grew stronger with every time I protected. Didn't you notice?" He says. I did notice that as I got older his presence became more solid. More there.

"So I have one of the most powerful protectors?" I ask.

"Yes."

"So if you lived once who were you?" I ask

"I was a singer. I was apart of a band called One Direction, very famous." he says.

"So you sing?" I say

"I did." he says

"Were you any good?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes "We were famous, remember?" he says with a smirk.

Oh, so my protector has some attitude, does he? "You don't have to be good to be famous. Sing for me." I say.

"No, I'm a protector." he says.

"But you were a singer. Once a singer always a singer." I say. Thats a line I picked up from a textbook. I just changed the words to singer. That phrase was supposedly used in the 2000 era.

"I'm your protector, not your slave." he says. Wow how did we get from serious to joking around to mad? My protector is moody.

"No but you are mine." I say with a laugh to let him know I didn't mean it to be rude.

He rolls his eyes. But starts to sing. He is actually very good. Amassing actually. I love his voice. It's like honey and velvet. It draws me in. I can see how he was famous. When he finishes I applaud.

"Your voice is amassing. You're great!" I say.

He smirks "I know. I used to sing in front of thousands if people." he says.

"Wow, cocky much?" I ask. He sure does have a big ego.

"Very much" he replies. So he knows he has a big ego. I laugh. I look at the timer and see how late it is. I am tiered. He wears me out.

"I'm gonna go back to bed." I say with a big yawn. He nods and I lay back down. I fall asleep thinking of my first night with my protector, Harry Styles.