The Adventures of Harry and Grace Part II

Treat People With Kindness

A/N: This story contains scenes of homelessness that might trigger some people. Proceed with caution.

The London rain falls in big splats on the pavement as Harry holds an umbrella over him and Grace, making their way towards the car. School has ended for the day and it's time to go home. Pulling open the passenger door to the black Range Rover, Harry holds the brolly so it overlaps with the roof, allowing a space for Grace to climb up without getting wet. Closing her door, Harry moves to open the driver side, collapsing the umbrella as he pulls his legs in to rest under the steering wheel.

"Brrr." Harry shakes his head, allowing the small amount of rain that dripped on his head to fly off onto different parts of the car. Turning his body slightly, he looks back at his daughter who is staring nervously out the window. "What's up, Buttercup?" Harry questions.

"Hmmm?" Grace looks at her father, distracted by what is on her mind. She didn't hear Harry.

"What's going on? You alright?" He asks again, starting to worry that something big is filling her with worry and anxiety.

"You know my friend. Her name is Ana?" Grace starts. Harry nods before she starts looking out her window at a car that is parked across the street. "She.... can she come sleep at our house?" Her eyes are pleading as she looks at her father.

"Like, for a sleepover?" Harry smiles softly, attempting to understand what his daughter is trying to say. "We can talk with her Mum, maybe see if Friday would be a good day."

"No daddy. Tonight. Can she sleep at our house? And her Mumma and her sister?" Her voice has turned to a beg as her eyes fill with concern.

"Why tonight, Gracie Bug? What's goin' on that the whole family would come for a sleepover?" Confused by her request, Harry turns his entire body in his seat so he can get a better look at the situation.

"She is sleeping in her car tonight, Daddy. And look..." She points out the window at Ana's mum, attempting to pull the car's window up, but it seems to be stuck. "Their window is broken. I don't want them to be rainy, Dad. Please can they sleep over?" Grace's voice is a prayer to her father, hoping his already giving heart would be open to giving this family a warm bed to sleep in.

"I'll be back, Gracie. Stay in the car please." Harry pulls the hood of his jacket over his head before opening the door. Popping open the umbrella, Harry looks both ways, allowing a car to pass before he runs over to the woman who is frantically trying to get her window to roll up.

Harry notices the car is filled with their belongings, only leaving enough room for the kids to squish inside, and his heart breaks. His umbrella covers the woman and she looks up, making eye contact with Harry.

"Need some help?" Harry says with a smile on his face, hoping the woman will allow him to do something to support her family.

"Oh, Mr. Styles. We are just fine. Thank you for asking." Her voice trembles as she attempts to pull on the window again; her fingers are numb from the cold and struggle to hold the the glass up. It falls back in the crack, and she lets out a frustrated sob.

"Oh please, call me Harry." He says, moving in to look at the window a little closer. "Looks like something is up with belt that rolls the window up and down. I think you might have to take it to get looked at." The woman breaks down, dropping her head to the roof of the car, unable to stop the tears that are flowing from her tired eyes.

"Just one more thing I can't fix." She mumbles, and Harry's humanitarian heart jumps at the opportunity.

"There is a mechanic shop just down the road. Why don't you let me help? I can pay for it to get fixed, and I think there is an ice cream shop next door. The girls would enjoy a treat on this dreary day." He fights everything in him to keep his emotions at bay, smiling widely in an effort to bring a little sunshine into this woman's day.