One Big Risk ~ A Harry Styles Fanfiction

CHAPTER 10

“Kaylee’s POV”

  I wake up and throw my hair into a bun, putting on some grey sweats and a green t-shirt, with my black moccasins. I walk downstairs and sit at the bar munching on some Hostess donuts. Once we got home yesterday, Harry brought me to bed and lay next to me until I fell asleep. Now, he’s probably at home or something.

 I hear Paulina walk over. “How did you sleep?”

  “Good. But I’m not looking forward to having to go on a 6 hour plane flight alone”.

Paulina smirks. “Surprise. Harry is going with you.”

  “Wait what?” I say.

“Harry said he would always protect you, plus he didn’t want you to have to be alone, so we went online to look for a ticket. There was one more left for the same flight so we booked it”, Paulina smiles.

  I smile, glad that I don’t have to go alone, but scared for what Harry may have to see.

 Zayn comes down and pours a bowl of Fruit Loops.

  “When do you leave?”  Zayn asks.

I look at the time. “30 minutes. So I better go pack.”

I walk upstairs. Harry texted me to be ready in 25 minutes. So I quickly pack and then head downstairs to say goodbye. I wrap arms around Paulina, “You ready to go back home?” she asks.

  “Not quite”, I sigh.

 “Harry will be there, everything will be fine.” She reassures.

 I nod my head.

  “Stay safe, be careful and have a good time, make sure you come back in 2 pieces. Oh, and have fun with Harry”, she winks playfully.

 Next up is Zayn.

 “Stay safe little sis, and if you need anything… I’m only a phone call away.” He envelopes me in a hug.

  I walk towards the door, but turn back real quick. “Oh and guys? Please no sex on my bed.” I laugh.

  “Love you”, Zayn shouts, while I open the door seeing Harry standing in the hall, suitcase at his side.

 “Love you guys too!”

  “How long will you be gone.” Paulina asks.

 “Don’t know, not longer than a few days though, bye” I say and shut the door walking up to Harry.

I roll my suitcase behind me , once I approach Harry I let go of it. “You didn’t have to come you know.”

  “Yeah I know. But I wanted to.” He smiles.

I wrap my arms around his neck.

  “Thank you.”

He chuckles. “No problem.”

8 and A Half Hours LATER:

  We pull into the drive way of my childhood home. I hand the taxi driver a 20 and hop out, as Harry grabs both suit cases. As the taxi drivers drives away, we reach the front door. “Sure your ready”, Harry asks.

  I breath in and breath out, my hands trembling. “Nope. But fuck it”, I say as I ring the door bell.

  After what seems like a year, I hear the door open.

  I look up to see my dad.

  “Oh my god sweetie, your home.” My dad gapes wrapping his arms around me… tears slide down my cheeks.