Chapter 5

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Pasta.

The Styles' household was where the best pasta was ever made. It was always my favorite thing to eat whenever I came over to hangout with Harry or to visit Elly. Harry's mom knew it was my favorite dish because I was able to devour as if I hadn't eaten in months.

Tonight, she made enough for me to bring home and last us a week or so. we explained to her how Harry and I grew back together and how he stayed over because he still got hit while he was "defending a ninth grader" and how I cleaned him up and let him stay over, on the couch of course... Either why I watched Harry's parents body language and it was as if nothing had changed and we were like out thirteen year old selves, stuck in love, but we were with a seven year old dying with cancer who would usually be at our table.

It was strange because Elly seemed to be getting so much better they let her come home more often than usual. Until the night she had fallen asleep and was never to bat an eyelash again.

I notice Harry move across the dining room table placing down a plate, two forks, a spoon, a knife, and El's favorite princess cup. She wasn't the girly girly type but had a everlasting love for Cinderella like I did when I was younger. "I wanted to set this spot for Elly." Harry states tearing me out of my thoughts. "Dinners with Arrow were never complete unless she was here. So I'd like to set a place for her, in hopes that she'd be here in spirit if not in soul." Is all that Harry said which caused light sobs from Mrs, Styles, Annie, what she prefers to be called but it's just been so long. Mr. Styles, Derek, lights pats her on her back, pulling Annie in his chest for comfort.

Dinner was a long continuation of sobs and laughter. We caught up with one another and soon it had come to an end. As we were about to leave Annie gave me a kiss on the forehead and on the left of me I hear "Treat her well son, she's a keep." coming from Mr.Styles. He gives me a wink and Harry and I walk out hand in hand. Leaving the old home of memories behind for now.

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