suicidal, harry styles

nine

Kathy

After the call with Harry, which was about two hours ago, I was laying in his bed peacefully. I was kind of asleep, but also awake in some way. Sort of like a daydream I guess. Harry asking me to be his girlfriend was like a daydream, I still can't believe we even are together. I've never dated anyone but hopefully it'll be easy with Harry as my boyfriend since we basically acted like what I think couples do.

Out of all the beautiful girls in the world, He chose me as his. That made me feel a million times more special than I already felt. And I've never, ever felt special before. I smile in my peaceful day-sleep as images of Harry enter my brain. I hear the door being opened and slammed closed. Shoes loudly tap onto each section of the staircase and my door opens. "Guess who's back?" Harry shouts, his arms wide open for me.

I open my eyes, "Harry!" I smile widely and jump out of bed to hug him, my sickness leaving fully. "I missed you," He says into my hair.
"I missed you too," I hug him tighter. I look up at him, meeting his eyes. I wrinkle my nose together and he kisses it, making me giggle. "Was it torture being without me?" He smirks, our hands intertwined. "Nah," I lie.
It was really boring, honestly.
He gasps, "Liar," I giggle, "Okay, maybe a little," He raises an eyebrow. "Okay, Okay! It was torture," I give in. He smiles in satisfaction. "Yeah, I know it was. Being without a guy like me for a while is like hell," I roll my eyes.
"Shut up, Harry. We need to go to the store,"
We both leave our room and walk downstairs. "Why?" He asks. "We need to buy Matzos and the stuff for the sadar on Monday,"
I grab my black converse and put them on as Harry does the same.
"That's right, It's almost Passover,"

Harry and I are both Half Jewish.
Him on his father's side while I on my mother's. Harry's mother still continues the jewish religion after her divorce, she has basically converted into Judaism but is still Catholic.

I grab the list off the fridge, "We can take my skateboard there," Harry informs. We both walk into the garage. and he grabs his. "What will i do? Walk?" He shakes his head, "You can use Gemma's," He hands me hers. "I don't know how to ride," I hand it back but he doesn't take it. "I'll teach you," He takes my free hand.
He opens the garage door and closes it after we are outside. We place them on the ground. I take Harry's hand to help me stand on the skateboard. I immediately fall to ground, surprised Harry isn't laughing at me. He hands me his hand once again and I stand up.

After multiple tries, I gave up. I ended up just sitting on the skateboard and Harry attached some kind of rope that he holds onto while he rides so that I am being pulled with him. I hold onto the skateboard tight, not wanting to fall on turns. "You okay there, babe?" He looks at me, probably thinking I'm scared out of my mind. "Yeah, I just don't want to fall," I make sure the stuff in my lap don't fall out either. "Isn't this weird, though? I feel like a dog being pulled by its owner," Harry chuckles. "It may be weird, but I don't care." He shrugs.

We finally make it to the only store that's all kosher in Holmes Chapel, maybe even Cheshire in general. I hand Harry the list while I look for the last item on there, marshmallow fluff. It is eaten on the last day of Passover and that's basically what I wait for during the long week. I finally find it and look for Harry so I can drop it in the basket. My phone buzzes in my pocket. It was probably my mother saying she's home, so I ignore it. I look around the Dairy section and can't find Harry. My phone buzzes again and I decide to answer my mum this time. Only, it's not my mother.

*Holmes Chapel's a small village, deary.*

*You think I won't be able to find you?*

I stop walking and stand frozen in the middle of the store. My heart pounds out of my chest in fear. I knew this day would come. But I completely forgot about it.
I hear running coming towards me and I see Harry's shoes, since I am looking down.

"What's wrong, Baby?" He lifts my chin and I look up at him. He notices my phone that's in my hand and grabs it and reads my father's texts. He looks at the screen, in shock. He drops the phone in the basket and holds my hands in his.

"He's not going to find you, okay?"

"You can't be so sure, Harry." I softly say.

"I'm sure of this, Kathy."
He says, louder than I spoke.

"He won't find you. That son of a bitch who is your father will not find you. I'm here now. Someone's here now, Baby," He wraps his arms around and seconds later, I hug him back.

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