Fighter |No Longer writing|

Part 65

Harry’s POV

    Her smell reassured me it wasn’t a dream. My eyelids slowly opened and a smile spread across my lips. Her cheek was smudged against her pillow; her hand was extended on my chest. I shifted my body closer to hers and gently moved a strand of hair away from her face.

   After taking in her morning beauty I thought it would be nice to make her breakfast. I slide out from underneath her arm, trying not to wake her.

     I walked down the stairs and couldn’t help but notice a suit case sitting by the front door, with a jacket draped over it. Without investigating, I continued to walk to the kitchen. I pulled up the waistband of my sweat pants and dragged my hand across my torso. I was too lazy to put on a shirt and when I entered the kitchen I regretted it.

  Clive sat at the table, playing with his fingers, staring at the wooden top as if he were going mad. His wide eyes looked up to me when I stopped in the doorway.

He cleared his throat and formed a fist, “Morning.”

“Morning,” I had to clear my throat to get rid of my awful morning voice.

“How did you sleep?” he stood up from his chair and carried his dishes to the sink.

“Good. I wanted to thank you again for letting me stay,” I shifted my weight on to my left foot awkwardly.

He stood at the counter and gripped the sink. His stare was directed out the window, but his words were for me.

“I know you’re a good kid,” he sighed.

I had an idea of where this was going, and I didn’t like it.

Clive continued, “I’ve seen you with her. When she’s been at her worst,” he paused, “And I want you to be there when she’s at her best.”

He turned around with a small smile and leaned against the counter, “You’ll love her even more.”

He smiled at me and then dropped his stare to the ground.

I was beyond confused, “What are you talking about?” I asked.

He walked back to the table and took a seat. He waved me over. I followed his command and sat down next to him.

“I know you won’t hurt her. You’ll do anything and everything in your power to protect her from the things that will,” he was starting to scare me.

“I know you would do the same,” was all I could think of.

“I’m trying my best,” he frowned, “I need your help with something.”

“Anything,” claimed.

Clive took a deep breath, “I’m going to the hospital and I won’t be back until tomorrow evening.”

That information only raised more questions.

“Why are you going to the hospital?” I chose for my first question.

“I’ll tell you when I get back. Please just tell Katherine I’m away for work,” he rose from his chair.

My eye brows knit together as I followed him down the hall.

“You want me to lie to her?”

“Just until I figure out what’s really going on,” he said as he slide his arms in to his jacket,

“Where are you going?” my heart dropped in to my stomach.

I whipped around and saw Katherine making her way down the last few stairs. She rubbed her eyes that were barley open.

“Steve needs me to stay the night in Glasgow,” Clive didn’t stutter. Not once.

“Oh,” She cooed as she walked closer to her father, “When will you be back?”

“Tomorrow,” he sighed as he brought her in for a hug.

“No parties while in gone,” Clive tried to lighten the mood as he shook my hand.

“I won’t,” Katherine reassured him as he made his way out the door.

I stood there, speechless as she closed the door behind him.

Katherine’s POV

   I looked at Harry as he stood with a blank expression on his face.

“You alright?” I asked.

He stared at the door for a second before responding, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He smiled down at me and wrapped his arm over my shoulders, “Breakfast?”

   I grinned and nodded as we walked in to the kitchen. I felt goose bumps form on his back when I placed my cold hands against his skin. Harry walked over and opened the fridge. I stood at the island and couldn’t help but smile. I was so caught up in my thoughts; Harry’s stare didn’t even phase me.

“What’s so funny?” he smirked and walked towards me.

 “Nothing,” I shook my head, “Everything’s going back to the way they used to be.”

Harry’s smile turned in to a frown as he stood only a foot away from me. His hands met my cheeks, just like the day before.

He brought his head closer to mine, “Not everything,” his soft lips pressed against mine.

   I liked Harry being around. He was so sweet, and very understanding. The thing I loved most about him was I could be myself around him.

 “So, what do you want to do today?” Harry asked as I stood in his arms.

I shrugged, “I’m not sure.”

    We stood there, just looking at each other. I could’ve missed this. If those pills went through my system for just a minute longer, I would’ve never had the chance to experience this. Harry let his arms fall to his sides and he returned to the kitchen.

   I watched him, amused as he explored my kitchen. As he mixed the batter for his famous pancakes, the doorbell echoed through the house. My smile fell. I hadn’t answered the door since… I didn’t want to think about that night, not right now.

Harry saw my distress and frowned, “Could you mix this for me?”

   I nodded as he made his way down the hall and answered the door. I mentally thanked him as I mixed the powder in to a liquid. Time ticked by, and Harry still hadn’t returned. I wasn’t worried, just curious what was taking him so long.

  I left the wooden spoon in the bowl and walked down the hall. Murmurs became soft voices.

“Steve’s pissed,” one voice said.

“And you wouldn’t answer your phone, you are in so much trouble,” another snickered.

“Shut up,” Harry whispered harshly.

   Wanting to know who the mystery men were I peered around the corner. Liam and Niall were standing by the door, still in their jackets. Liam saw me, and changed his face so everyone would know.

“Katherine,” Niall smiled as I walked towards the boys.

“Hi,” I cleared my throat, “What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh just stop by,” Liam jumped in.

“They were just leaving,” Harry glared at them.

“They can stay if they want,” I didn’t want to be rude and just kick them out.

Liam and Niall exchanged glances before shrugging off their coats. I gladly took them and Harry huffed as he showed them to the kitchen.