Last (Harry Styles)

Fourteen

A/N: Okay, I really hope you all enjoy this chapter because you will now get a glimpse of Kristie's life. Remember when her self conscious told her her father didn't care? You'll find out a LITTLE bit of that. Please enjoy, & vote, dolls!

When I stepped onto the boat, I was once again, shocked. There was two candles lighting the whole boat, two wine glasses and a bottle of apple cider. There was yet again, soft violin music in the background.

"Harry." I whispered in amazement.

"If this is your idea of a first date-"

"You like it?" He interrupted me.

"Love oh my god. You might just need to take me out again."

He grinned cheekily, blushed, and guided me over to the white couch.

"Ready?" A violinist asked.

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"Very well then." The man unhooked the boat from the dock.

Feeling the water slap on the side of the boat, I instinctively jumped.

"What's wrong, love?" he asked

"I've just never been on a boat before." I shrugged.

He moved closer to me, and protectively wrapped an arm around me.  "It's okay, I'm here. And I wont let anything happen to you." He assured me.

I muzzled into him, actually feeling... safe.

"Thank you, Harry." I say.

"Stop saying that, love." He whispered.

I didn't say anything, instead, I leaned my head onto his chest. I loved the feeling of being safe in his arms. It's comforting.

"I feel safe." I hear myself whisper.

Harry's POV:

"I feel safe." She whispered.

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Right here. In your arms. I feel safe, and secure." She said.

"For the first time since my mom died." She whispered, too quietly.

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Kristie's POV:

After the boat ride, Harry dropped me off at home. I saw three cars out front, and heard screaming, yelling, and music inside. I saw beer cans littering the window seal, and looked to Harry quickly.

Seeing the worried look on my face, he asked, "What's wrong, love?"

"I can't stay here tonight." I said, without thinking.

He leaned forward, "What's going on?" He asked.

"Ever since my mom passed, my dad hasn't paid attention to me. He's out every night, and on the nights he's home, he throws parties, and he'll only talk to me when he's drunk and yelling." The tears swelled in my eyes, and I couldn't stop them.

I was sobbing. "Harry, I can't be here tonight."

He leaned over, and pulled me onto his lap, bridal style. "Come to my house." He said.

"Harry, I couldn't." I shook my head.

"But you could. I have a couch in my bedroom, and I live alone. If anybody is there at all, it's my pretend aunt." He said.

"Oh my god Harry, thank you so much." I said, embracing him into a tight hug.

"It's nothing. It really isn't." He shrugged

"But it is. You really are amazing." I said.

"No, you're amazing love." He said.

I bucked up, and watched him drive down the street, hang a right, and pull into the driveway of the house directly behind mine.

"You live behind me?!" I shouted.

"Yeah, I didn't know that until I dropped you off the first time." He said, unlocking the front door.

"And you didn't tell me?" I asked.

"Sorry, the next time we saw each other was kind of you know." He said.

"Oh, yeah." I said.

He opened the door and gave me a tour of the house. The last room he showed me was his bedroom.

He had a black couch in the corner by his window. A king size bed in the middle of his wall, and a walk in closet mirroring his bed. He had a flat screen hanging on the wall, and a dresser underneath the tv.

"I like your place." I said.

"Thanks. Do you need to shower?" He asked.

"Uhm, no, I just need some clothes." I said.

"Well, here." He walked over to his dresser. "You can wear these." He handed me a black shirt and a pair of boxers.

"If you don't want these, I have sweats or gym shorts you could wear instead." He said.

"No these are fine." I said.

I headed to the bathroom. His clothes were too big, but baggy is good when I'm as tired as I am.