Last (Harry Styles)

Twenty

Harry's POV:

"Hello?" His groggy voice asked.

"Zayn!"  I shouted.

"Harreh? Hey, what is it man?" Zayn asked, nonchalantly.

"Oh don't play that shit with me man!" I yelled.

"Dude, what the hell are you talking about?" He yelled.

"Oh your little stunt with Kris!" I shouted. "Why mate?"

I was more hurt than mad if I'm honest. Zayn, and the rest of the.boys are lying to me. They lied about snooping, and they're continuing to lie by not admitting any of it.

"Mate, what are you even talking about?"

"I may've been drunk, but I'm fucking stupid. I know what you and the rest of the bloody boys did, and I wanna know why. So start talking!" I spat.

"We didn't do anything with Kris." He said, plainly.

"Zayn, mate, the texts. I'm not stupid and neither are you. You should know that I'm going to find out one way or another. I always do, so why the fuck did you even try?"

"Liam decided he would read your texts to see if you were whipped like Niall said, and then Lou wanted to have a little fun, so I texted her." He admitted, and released a breath that I for damn sure would have knocked out of him if he was here.

"So you were all in on it and then lied to my face?" I spoke, my voice unsteady.

"Relax mate. It's a bloody joke." Zayn said.

"No, it's not though. Messing with me is one thing, but texting Kris and telling her she's a burden is something completely different. If you wanted to mess with us, you couldn't have taken a sexual route? At least I would have known what to do then. You guise didn't just mess with me, but you broke an already broken girl, and she thinks it's all my fault." I said before hanging up the phone.

I threw my phone against the wall, and before I had a chance to think, I slipped on my shoes, and grabbed my keys before driving to the only place I use as an escape.

**

Kristie's POV:

I finished my math homework, and went downstairs with my dad. He was in the kitchen, the aroma of chicken Alfredo and stuffing filled the air.

"Hi dad." I said, pulling up a chair at the bar stool.

"Hey kiddo, you hungry?" He asked.

"Starved!" I exasperated.

"Good, because it's ready." He said, grabbing two plates from the cupboards.

I got the drinks ready as usual, and he served our food.

It's like it was when Mom was here. Mom would find a show on tv, I would get the drinks, and Dad would serve the food. The first half of dinner was like a family until the tv came on and Dad got comfortable.

"Earth to Kristie." My dad said waving a plate of food under my nose.

I looked at him, took the plate and found a seat in the living room.

"What's on your mind?" He asked.

"I-I mi.. I'm just happy you're putting in the effort." I fake smiled.

I was not ready to tell him how deeply I miss Mom. How sad it is to me that she was the greatest thing God gave to this world just to have her leave so soon. It wasn't fair. She shouldn't have gone. Her life was worth more than mine. She had more going for her than I do. People actually cared for her, and were there to comfort her when she needed it. Nobody thought of her as a burden, or a joke.

"Well, I've been a horrible father, and I need to make up for it." He broke my thoughts once again.

"I just hope you know that you can't make up six years so soon." I told him.

"Yes, I know, and I'm hoping you stick around long enough for me to make up six years and then be there for many more." He placed on a hand on my shoulder.

"Of course dad." I shrugged. This is not a conversation I was ready to have. I wanted him to be there and be the father figure I need, but this is all so overwhelming because it's all happening at once and too fast, might I add.

The rest of the meal was uncomfortably silent.

"That was good." I finally spoke up.

"Yeah, it was." He said.

"Thanks dad. Now I have to finish my school work, so I'll be down later." I lied.

I was done with all my work except my two paged story, but let's be honest, I am not going to work on that until completely necessary.

Instead, I texted Harry.

To: Harry

Meet me on my balcony please?

From: Harry

Sure thing, as long as we can talk? xx

To: Harry

Why else would I tell you to come over dumb shit?

From: Harry

Wow, okay. I'll be there in five. xx

I waited until I heard pebbles being thrown at my window.

"Seriously?" I said, closing my balcony door. "You couldn't have texted me?"

"Well yeah, but this was much more fun." He smirked.

"Ha-ha." I rolled my eyes.

"So, you wanted to talk?" He said, taking a seat on the hammock.

"Yes." I breathed a shaky sigh.

"Well.." He encouraged, after a few minutes of silence.

This is it. It's now or never. If I don't tell him now, I probably won't ever tell him. Come on Kris. You can do this.

A/N: CLIFF HANGER FOR ALL OF YOU LOVELY PEOPLE. Please comment, vote and share. I love all you beauties so much, but I have the perfect idea for the next chapter and I want it to be a total surprise. :) also, my phones gonna die & I have to pick up my brother & cousin so they can come over here & tell me I'm pathetic bc of my fangirling problems, so yaaay :/

Well I hope I haven't upset any of you with this chapter, & if so I am sorry. I will either update tomorrow or Monday :) byyyyye babes.