One Big Risk ~ A Harry Styles Fanfiction

CHAPTER 11

“Kaylee’s POV”

  I wake up the next morning in my childhood bed, and stretch my arms out. “Morning love”, I hear Harry whisper into my hair from beside me.

  He is still turned towards me, his arm wrapped around my waist. “Morning”, I huff. Not quite ready for the day. I will be facing my mom today, for the first time in awhile… and I don’t know if I’m quite ready for it yet.
   “I’m scared”, I say turning towards Harry so we are face to face.
  “Don’t be love. I’m here”, He whispers.
I lean in and my lips land on his.
  His hands grip onto my waist, as I run my fingers through his hair.
 “Your beautiful”, he says pulling away.
  “No. You are a huge liar”, I giggle.
“I would never dare lie to you”, he gasps in shock.
  I laugh, and peck him on the lips.
 “Breakfast is rea….woah what is going on in here?” Jessie smirks as she opens my bedroom door.
  “Have you ever heard of knocking?” I exclaim, embarrassed.
   “Yes, but do I care noo.”
“Your such an ass Jess”, I whine.
  She raises an eyebrow. “So what happened to the were just friends thing”, she says using air quotations.
   “Shut up, and get out”, I laugh throwing a pillow at her as she walks out of the room.

5 minutes later, Harry and I are sitting at the kitchen table, as my dad serves us chocolate chip banana pancakes, with eggs, and bacon.
  “This is bloody good Dan”, Harry moans, taking the first bite of his pancakes.
“Thanks son. Wait till you try the bacon.” My dad smiles.
  “So, love birds… how long you staying?” Jess asks.
  I nearly choke on my food, as Harry clears his throats.
  “We’re friends. And maybe like 5 days.” I answer.
   “Yeahh… friends”, Jessie mumbles.

 I look down at my plate.
  “So dad, where is this umm.. rehab center. I was hoping to get this whole visting mom thing done and over with.” I ask.
   “It’s on Birk and 3rd Street”, he exclaims.
I finish up my breakfast and put my plate in the sink as Harry does the same.
  “Alright we’re gonna get ready”, I announce as we head upstairs.
“I call dibs on showering first”, I shout grabbing a towel from the hall way.
  “Nooooo”, Harry  shouts.
“I think yes”, I smirk running into the restroom, and turning on the shower.
  I close the door, and start to get undressed. My bra is still on and I’m about to take off my underwear, when I hear the door open behind me.
  Harry whistles. “Love, you look quiet better with less clothes on.”
 I feel completely naked although I still have my bra and underwear on. My bra is red and lacy, while my underwear is black lace, with a red bow… but they are pretty see through, which makes me feel insecure.
  I cover my boobs. “Harry get out”.
  “No love, don’t cover them. Your perfect.”
  “Harry this is so weird seriously. My little sister and dad are right downstairs.” I whisper-shout.
He locks the door.  “You look soo damn sexy, but I prefer you naked.”
He walks up behind me and grabs hold of my waist, his minty hot breath on my neck.
  My breathing picks up. “Harry..s..s..stop, I need to shower.”
   “I could join.” He smirks.
“No way!” I shout.
  “Come on love… you know you want to”, he says slightly pushing me against the wall and nipping my neck.
  I groan. That was all it took.
  Harry pushes me all the way up against the wall, and wraps his arms around me squeezing my butt.
His lips lock on mine, and I feel his tongue slide in. My arms immediately rip off his shirt, before our lips attach again. I tug at his curls with one hand, as my other hand rubs his chest.
  He moans against my lips.
Picking me up and setting me on the bathroom counter.
  My fingers twirl in his hair, as his tongue battles with mine.
He pulls away leaving a trail of fire hot kisses down my neck and to my chest.
  Goose bumps rise on my skin, and I feel this urge, this passion, this wanting I’ve never felt before.
  My heart is beating a million miles per hour.
   He unclips my bra as it falls to the floor. He grabs my breast in one hand and continues kissing me. He ducks down, and twirls his tongue around my nipple.
  I moan and bite down hard on my lip, tugging at his hair.
  “H…H..Harry”, I whisper.
I crave for his skin to be on mine. In for the first time in forever. I want him. I realize now, that I am completely and utterly, officially falling in love with Harry Styles. He consumes me.

We continue to make out, fire overwhelming my body. He pulls away, and I feel disappointment rise within me. “As tempting as you are love, I’m not going to take advantage of you”, he says.
   “I want to”, I whisper back.
  “You’re in the moment, but I want you to take time, and think about this, because you’re not just another girl. I want you to really deep down want it, I don’t want it to be a mistake. Trust me I want to. But, we need to take it slow”, he explains pecking me on the lips.
  I nod. I understand him. I know he is right, we need to take our time, and slow it down, and wait for the right moment because it’s a big step for me. I mean, he is Harry, and we know what he’s known for. But I know deep down, I crave him. I love him, and as long as he doesn’t hurt me, I’m not going to change my mind. I’m ready.
  “Get showered babe.” He says, and with that he struts out.
 This player. This man whore. This bad boy. This random guy has walked into my life, and I am falling completely in love with him… and I know he can hurt me, and I know what people say, and think. But I’ve seen his vulnerable side, and I… love him.
  I take off my bra and underwear, turning on the water, and stepping into the shower. Thinking about the boy waiting in the other room.

  ~1 HOUR LATER~
Harry and I are in the car, driving to the Rehab Center. We had finished getting ready and told my dad, and sister we’d see them later. As we pull up into the parking lot of the Rehab home, my body tenses with nerve. My mom is inside there. We park and Harry looks over at me. “You ready for this?”

  “I’m usually not ready for anything, but what am I going to do about it?” I respond unbuckling my seat belt, and getting out of the car.

  '             Harry meets me at the front of the car. He wraps his arms around my waist and gives me a kiss on the forehead. “You can do this love”, he whispers.
  I smile as he releases me, and we head toward the doors.
   The rules for this Rehab Center seem kind of strict. So, I just wore a white t-shirt, some black jeans, and blue converse. I was only taking in my car keys, since I read online they don’t allow cell phones. Harry was wearing a blue t-shirt, black skinny jeans, red and white converse, and a grey beanie. He also only brought his wallet. Harry opens the front doors for me, and I walk in as he walks in after me. There is a desk further up where a lady sits, and there are 2 guards standing on each side. “We’re here to visit.” I speak.
  One of the guards checks his watch. “Yep, visiting hours are open.”
 The lady at the front desks coughs before speaking up. “Hi, I’m Lindsay, who are you here for?”
  I look at my feet. “Elena. Elena Fink.”
                “Looks like she is in 1st floor, section B, room 280”.
  “Lets just give you a quick check”, the other guard speaks up.
 They check Harry and I , to make sure were not bringing in any drugs… before they tell us we are free to go.
  We walk down the hall that has and arrow pointing straight to go to rooms 280-287. I breath heavily. I can’t believe I’m doing this. She doesn’t deserve me to be here. I feel Harry’s hand grab mine, and relief instantly shoots through my body. I stop when I read the number 280 above a door. “Looks like this is it”. I huff.
  Harry stops and rubs my back as we stand outside the door. “I’ll be waiting out here, and when your ready for me, I’m here. But you can do this okay?” He says kissing my cheek.
  I smile, crinkling my forehead.
 He gives me a big hug, before we pull away and I put my hand on the door.
  Harry gives one last wave, and then walks away to sit in a chair across the hall. I close my eyes, and take one big breath before opening the door and closing it behind me.
  I look around the room. All white, with paintings of flowers across the walls. There is a tiny tv on a stand in the corner, and a table in the middle of the room. On the left wall there is a bookshelf filled with books, and in the other corner of the room, there is a tiny bed, with a purple blanket, and on it is a lady.
  Her hair is combed and blonde…straightened and nicer than it’s ever been.  She is wearing grey Capri’s, and a green tank top. Her finger nails painted pink. She looks up at me, a slight smile on her face. She looks beautiful although the wrinkles, and the scars from all the drugs are still on her face and arms. She looks better than ever… and tears fill my eyes. I stand in front of her now, as she reaches out her shaky hand. “K..K..Kaylee, my baby”, she whispers, tears spilling down her cheeks.
  “Hi, mom”, I say, pulling her into a hug, as all the tears finally fall from my eyes.