Unknown Letters (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 13: Finding Him

CHAPTER 13: Finding Him

Lara’s POV

I jerk away, with my heart pounding, a sweaty body and dry mouth. I have no clue why I just woke up. It’s 2am and I’ve only been asleep for 2 hours.

I look around my room because it almost feels like someone is here. Not a ghost or anything, but like an actual live human being. I stop looking when I see the window is open. I know my window was closed. Someone has to be in here.

I slowly get up and stand to try and make my way over to my phone, which is plugged in on my dresser. As I walk, I trip and fall on what feels like a body.

I start to scream, only to get my mouth covered by this persons hand. I try to find something I could hit them with but there is literally nothing around me that is useful in that type of way.

“Lara, it’s me.” This person who sounds a lot like Harry, whispers in my ear.

“Harry?!?” I yell but in a whisper, if that even makes sense.

“Yes, Harry. Who else would it be?”

“Oh I don’t know some type of murder! You almost scared me to death!”

“Sorry babe.”

“Don’t babe me. Just let go.” He lets go of my arms and or body. I get up off the ground and go turn on my little lamp by my bed.

I sit on my bed, and Harry follows. I don’t know why or how he got here but I need to know and I guess now is the time to ask him about the drugs, if he even is doing drugs. But, how does one even ask someone that type of question? I mean like seriously.

“Harry, how did you get here?” I ask him in a sharp tone. I’m not sure if I’m angry or upset with him.

“My motorcycle and the window. That tree you have in there comes in handy, you know.”

“Okay…So why are you here?”

“I needed to see you, see if you’re okay. Are you?”

“You think I’m okay? Harry I am far from being OKAY.” I emphasize on the word okay, and continue on. “You don’t even follow me and then I get arrested just to be asked stupid questions about you. Then of course my parents come and now I’m grounded. So sure I’m totally okay.”

“What were they asking?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“Well they’re about me, so I would like to know.”

“Have you been doing drugs?”

He falls silent. Even his breathing, I can’t even hear it. He just stares into absolutely nothing. He has to be thinking. He better not lie to me.

“Harry, have you? Don’t you dare lie to me.”

“Y-yes.” I hear him swallow. He shifts on the bed and grabs my hand.

“Come with me.”

“Harry, I’m grounded. My parents could get up and check on me any minute.”

“Then I guess you’ll get grounded longer.”

I groan as a clue to him that I have given up.

I follow him over to my bedroom window. He leans out and grabs a branch on the tree. He starts climbing down the tree, then when he gets to a certain part where there’s no more branches, he jumps. He lands perfectly on his feet, not phased my the height or anything. Damn this kid is crazy.

“You coming?” He calls up quietly.

“I’m not climbing down a tree.”

“Lara, you have to. Do what I did and then I’ll catch you when you have to jump.”

“Okay, hold on let me put on a sweatshirt.”

I walk over to the hooks on the back of my door and grab a black sweatshirt that says “Stupid” on it and a black beanie to match. I’m already wearing leggings because that’s what I wear to bed, don’t ask.

I come back to the window and start down the tree. This isn’t that bad, actually.

When I get to the part Harry did, I jump and he does catch me.

He then leads me over and across the yard, down the street a little bit to his parked motorcycle.

“Get on, my lady.”

I do get on without having to fight him to not make me. I’ve been on it enough to get used to it. I actually love riding on this with him. It’s so calming. I definitely understand why he always picks this to get around instead of his Range Rover.

He drives for about 15 minutes and then we pull up to this shitty looking building. There’s obviously people in there, more like a party or something. I can hear the music pounding off the walls, and see lights flashing all over from through the windows. What have I gotten myself into? I feel like I’ve been asking myself that a lot lately.

Harry’s POV

Lara and I get off the motorcycle. She stands there for a little looking up and down at the building we just parked in front of.

This is actually one of my best buddies huge parties. There’s going to be a ton of people here, so she better stick with me. I came here for one reason, and one reason only, to show her what I do. She wants to know the real me, the bad me. Then here’s part of it, a huge part. She’ll get to hear tons and tons of stories and meet tons of people. She has no clue what she’s gotten herself into since the day she started sending me letters.

We walk in and there’s a whole shit load of people. People are everywhere you look. I think this is one of the biggest parties Josh has had.

“HEY HARRY! OVER HERE!!” I hear Josh yell from across the room.

I grab Lara’s hand and lead her across the room into the kitchen.

“hey man.” I say to Josh. Mikey, and Luke are standing here with them.

“Who’s your lady friend now.” I give all three of them a death glare. And then simply respond “Lara” I say.

“Hi…” Lara shyly says to them. She steps closer to me and grabs my arm.

“I’m Josh. And these two idiots are Mikey and Luke.”

“We aren’t idiots.” Mikey and Luke say in unison.

“Come on. Lets go sit around the fire outback.” Josh says and leads the way to the backyard.

I see so many people I know here. Some good and bad. Some friends and some enemies. I guess all we can hope for is that no one starts shit with me while I’m here with Lara.

Lara and I sit down on a log across from Josh, Mikey and Luke.

A bunch of other people I have many memories with, join around the fire.

So now it’s time to let the fun begin. Yippee.   

  AUTHORS NOTE:

I hope you all liked this chapter! I wonder what Harry's mysterious friends are going to tell Lara o-o *gasp*

I hope you all have a good day/night depending on where you live and are reading this! 

Love yous <333