Fate [a Harry Styles fanfic]

Chapter 37

[A/N at the end] .

Harry's POV

I don't understand how can she still be around me, but I'm glad she is.

I let her shower again and hand her the clean white linen towels, the only thing that isn't rotten or dirty in this house, so she can dry herself. She enters the room, without looking me in the eyes.

I watch her getting dressed. Black jeans and white top, tight fitting, hugging every damn curve this girl has. Her hair falls flat on her back, still wet from the shower. Her white top becomes see through from the water and I can see the shape of her big breasts, against the white lacy bra. She looks so fucking sexy without even trying it, so effortless without noticing. Only by looking at her, I feel calmer, better. She's the calm to my storm, the light to my darkness.

Melissa finally gives in, giving her first words after our shower moment. "What now?"

What now? As in a fucking relationship status? Fuck. I hate those things. They seem to ruin every single good thing in life. There's a much better word for all those girlfriend/boyfriend labels: commitment. But I guess people just get scared of big words. Myself included. So I go on the defensive . "What?"

"Where are we going now? Or are we gonna stay the entire time on this room?"

I immediatly relax. "Or the shower. Not sure which one I prefer at this point."

She sits by my side on the bed, looking at her hands. "Show me your favorite places."

"This is my favorite place. Central Park, remember?"

Our hands touch lightly, but electricity can be felt by the tiniest touch. "Then show me outside of this british Central Park of yours. Take me to where the lights are."

And just like that, she reads my thoughts.

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I don't think twice and take her to Zach's. Not fancy, but not shitty either. I found it by accident, passed out on a curb right past the corner. Zach was closing up for the night and me... I was pretty much closed for the night as well. He almost stepped on me. But when he realized I was the boy that Allison could not stop talking about to every fucking person on this planet, and also the boy everyone in that neighbhood knew to be trouble for sweet girl Emma to be dating, he literaly took me in his arms and let me inside.

That whole night was a blur to me, but I do remember Zach's words as he let me sleep it off in a booth at the back. "Stay safe, young boy." I also remember the sweet and warm taste of his top secret recipe of waffles in the morning after.

All those years ago, not only I was a stupid pathetic young boy, trying hard to be a man, but also Zach was in the middle of a crisis himself. The diner was at the edge of closing, after an anonymous complaint which left Zach in a crossroads. He had no money left to make it legal, and his wife had just left him alone to deal with it, taking their baby girl Sammi with her. I was a mess, but so was him. It was more than my fault in my case, but in Zach's case... he just tried his whole life to make her wife happy. When there was no money left to fuffill that happiness, she took off.

That was the first time I had realized there was fucked up people everywhere. It was not a exclusive thing from my household. And even in that fucked situation, he found it in himself to help me. That is why he is now one of the few people I trust in this world. Because he saw past that mess, when most people avoid contact at all costs.

The diner is now renewed, thanks to a "secret" donation that Zach almost threw away. I knew he would never accept any form of help from me, so let's just say that all that money I took away from Alex, wasn't solely to please some motherfucking guy holding grudges at him. I stole all that money pleasantly, and the portion for Zach's business in a heartbeat, more than satisfied for actually doing good by doing bad. Taking from the one who was suppose to give me everything but money.