Last (Harry Styles)

Twenty One

A/N: I wanna start off by saying thank you bc I have 73 views now. No, that isn't a lot, but it's a start. & seeing that I have more each time, just gives me more motivation & makes me wanna update more. So thank you all(:

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Harry's POV:

"Well.." I encouraged, after her few minutes of silence.

She seemed deep in thought and after visiting Gemma and having two vodka sodas, I wasn't sure I was prepared.

"Harry, I wanna believe you, but I'm not sure I can." Wait, what?

"You know, you're the last person I'd suspect to think I'm a burden. Yeah, I would've expected it if I didn't know the real you, but I know you, or I thought I did. Can you please just tell me if you did or not?" What the fuck is this?

"Kris, I already told you. I promise you, I didn't say anything like that." I slurred. Shit.

"Harry, you've drank tonight right?"

"Noooo." I said.

"Listen Harry. I feel some comfort with you that I haven't felt in six years. I feel.. safe, and secure, but then you go and pull a stunt like this." She motioned between us.

I looked up at her. The moon shined above us at the right angle to define her jaw, and show off her tanned skin.

A tear fell from her eyes and splashed onto her neck. I sat up instantly. What the hell is wrong?

"Kris-"

She shook her head, and closed her eyes, letting the tears fall. I jumped up and leaped over to her, but she didn't move.

I tried to grab her hands, but she pulled away. I sat next to her, but she only moved away.

She's denying me. Why?

"Kris, come here." I tried again. I held my arms out to her. After a few minutes of her silent debate, she gave in.

She threw her arms around me, and sobbed. I just held her. I have never been in this position, and didn't think I ever would be.

I entangled my fingers in her hair, and kept saying "Shh." Cool, broken record now.

She wouldn't talk to me. Her quiet sobs and trembling back being the only reassurance she was there. She fisted my t-shirt as her sobs became louder and louder.

"Kris, it's okay." I whispered in her hair. "Shh."

After a few more minutes of relentless crying, she came back to me.

"Thank you." She choked out.

"No, don't thank me. Just tell me what's going on?" I pressed.

"If you... didn't call me a burden, and... they did, how would they know?"

"Know what? The last text I sent was asking you what you needed, and there was never a text back because my mates deleted them."

She looked at me. She was broken and bruised. (a/n yeah, I listened to demi while writing this chapter) She was lost, and afraid.

Yeah, I could tell all that just by her eyes.

"Are you sure you haven't told?" She asked.

"I promise, love." I smiled, and she returned it, only her's was fake. :(

I don't know how long it was: minutes, hours, but she stayed there in my arms, as I rocked us in the hammock.

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Kristie's POV:

It's been a week since I've spoken to Harry last time on my balcony. He really cared, but when he's with his friends, I'm not sure who he is. I watch him at lunch.

He still has that "bad boy, player" image and I'm not accepting that. Those boys broke me. How? I don't even know, since I was already broken. But they managed to, and that's the point.

Mr. Wright gave me an extra day to complete my two paged story because the day it was due, I decided to research why I felt my mother's presence. Most of my results were the same, except for one that stood out. It was written by a child psychiatrist.

"You needed comfort and in that moment, you knew the only comfort to help you would be that loved one. You didn't actually feel his/her touch, you remembered the feeling of his/her touch and your brain reacted in a way that differs from how it should. Because you needed that comfort, you began to feel his/her touch, and hear his/her voice. What you heard them say, was what you wanted to hear them say at that moment, and oddly enough, it comforted you in a scary, yet relaxing way. It soothed your ache and you may not believe, but that presence you felt, was their spirit trying to comfort you and reach out to you." 

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I typed up my story for English that now, and it was tough considering Mandy and I are friends again.

My story ended up having a maximum of four pages. I talked about what my feelings towards Mandy, and I'm bot going to lie. They were pretty harsh in the beginning, but as it developed, I made it clear for Mr. Wright that no matter what, Mandy is bæ.

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My dad decided to go visit Mom for the first time in three years. He's in denial, and he refuses to believe that it wasn't his fault. But it wasn't.

It was Cancer's and Benson- Tyler Benson's.

The visit was heart breaking to say the least. I never felt the need to comfort my dad. I never thought I'd see the day where he'd break down, and grasp onto anything, just to keep from sinking deeper.

"Dad, it's okay."  I rubbed his back.

He fisted my shirt, and didn't stop the whimpers from escaping. "No!" He cried. "It's not okay. She's gone.. S-she was the g-greatest th-thing in this world, and... she's just... gone."

"I know dad, it isn't fair. But it happened so she could keep us safe. She's our own personal Guardian Angel, and she's always here." I repeated Harry's words. "Just think of it like that, Dad. It makes things easier." I smiled.

After a few more minutes of silent, back quivering sobs, he fell limp.

Shit! What do I do?!

A/N: Okay babes. I've been trying to update for two fucking days -.- & I'm a huge fan of cliffhangers so, yeah. Here's another one. Enjoy my loves :) until next time .

°Katie ~