A Memoir, Harry Styles fanfic

Chapter 6

           

Harry's face is luring over me and his strong arms encompass me, keeping my upper body off of the hard driveway. I nod at his questions even though I have no idea what he is saying.

               I feel the ground disappear as Harry lifts me in his strong grasp. My head lolls over his shoulder. He carries me to the couch in the living room and is back with an ice cold rag and hot coffee. He sits down beside where I lay and helps me sit up. He runs his hand over my clammy head before bringing the coffee to my lips. He looks at me sadly as my hand shakes and takes the coffee from him.

               He gets up and goes to the kitchen, and I let my back rest against the back of the couch. I hear rustling in the kitchen and pans clanging against the stovetop. I hear eggs hitting a hot skillet next. Small tears dribble down my cheeks as the smell hit me. A feeling hits me. I can't place it, but it is strong and makes my heart fill with warmth and my stomach do flips.

               The feeling dissolves my tears and helps me drink the coffee. The sounds in the kitchen decrease, and Harry is at my side once again. He takes the now empty coffee cup from my hands and the rag from my neck.

               "I made you scrambled eggs and toast," he says softly.

               "I know," I whisper back.

               He holds his hand out, and I grab it tightly and let him haul me off the couch straight into his arms. He steadies me by my shoulders and leads me to the kitchen. He grabs my waist and guided me into the chair.

               He sets a fork beside me, and I grab it quickly and start shoving steaming eggs into my mouth. I grab a piece of toast and polish it off. A steaming cup of coffee is set in front of me, and I take sips of that with orange juice that I down.

               I finish the whole meal in about five minutes. My stomach gurgles at me and heaves a little bit. But then it settles, and I relax back against the chair.

               "Thank you," I say to Harry who has been leaning against the counter watch me intently. His eyes are so sad though.

               His lips curve up slightly, and he nods, "Anytime."

               "So, I guess you're wondering why all of this happened." I say, uncertainly.

               He holds his hand up and shakes his head, "You don't have to say anything. You don't have to explain yourself to me."

               "Okay," I say.

               "Anything you need, just come to me. I'm here for you. Okay?" He says as he glances up at me with those long eyelashes slowly moving with every blink of his eye.

               I nod trying to blink away tears in my eyes. I get up quickly and go to the sink to run the water and started scrubbing the pan he has used. I shut the water off when I am done and stand there staring into some bubbles. "I need a friend."

               "I'll be your best friend," he says. Something that has changed in his eyes stares at me bluntly.

"I'll see you when I get home." He says

I nod and turn back to the sink. I feel his hand gently on my back. When I whip around, he is already to the front door.

               "Good-bye," I call.

               "Take care of my daughters," he says.

               "I will," I say solemnly.

               He leaves the house and does his little walk to the car. I watch his SUV turn down the street and disappear. I finish cleaning up breakfast and look around the house to make sure everything is in order.

               The girls get up a few minutes later and walk sleepily into the kitchen. They only want cereal, so I fix it for them and exchange small talk. They lead me to their rooms to play games and dress-up. I let my shoulders relax as I feel I am in a friend's home and not just working here.

               Lunchtime comes soon and Kalia takes a nap while I clean up lunch then play a board game with Ally. We clean up the living room and their rooms before Harry gets home. Ally decides to go upstairs while I sweep the kitchen thoroughly.

               Harry comes home minutes after I am done cleaning. "The house looks really nice." He comments as he sets his keys down.

               "Yah, I wanted to thank you," I say.

               "I think that you forget that I'm a good guy, I'm used to doing little things like that." He smiles to let me know he is playing around. How could I ever forget?

               He sits down to pull off his boots in the entryway. I kneel down next to him and start unlacing. He looks at me curiously and then sits back.

               I grab his calf to pull off the boot, "How was your day?" I ask.

               "It was- well, I guess the usual. Wish I could tell you but that's classified." He smiles.

               I drop my gaze and let a small smile hit my lips. I grab his other calf to pull off the boot. He stands up after I have set the boot on the ground. He holds out his hands, and I take them. He steadies me as I stand.

               He grabs my hand in friendly way, "Come on, I want to show you something."

               His hand is very large and encompasses my hand and wrist. It is rough with callouses but warm around my small cold one. He leads me to the garage and switches the light on. A pleather of weights ware there along with a bench and an exercise mat. There is also a stereo that he turns to a station that I know.

               "Love this song," 'I say as 'Who'll Stop the Rain' by Creedence Clearwater Revival plays over the radio.

               "You can work out here any time. You don't have to stop eating to have a good physique," he says.

               I look down ashamed that he knows what is going on. I feel my face color a bit and sweat drips down my back from the heat of the garage. "I don't know. It's kind of hot in here," I reason.

               "Just crack the garage a few feet," he says simply. "It should feel great in the morning. But don't do the bench. You would need a spotter, and I'm not here during the day."

               "Okay, and thanks," I say with a smile.

               "Don't worry about it. It's what friends are for." We both hear a car pull into the driveway. "You should go," his voice cracks on the last part.

               "I know," I say.

               The garage starts opening, and Harry ushers me through the house and out the front door as Ms. Nicolette goes inside. I sprint down the sidewalk as I see my step-dad's volkswagen coming over the top of the hill in the distance.

               I go straight up to my room and fall asleep once more in my bed and am woken up for dinner by a very angry step-dad. He is always angry when things go opposite of normal. I eat a little amount at dinner because my stomach is still adjusting to portions.

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