Unspoken Words

Chapter 7

        I look down at my feet again nervous. I'm not used to people treating me this way. Ever since what happened at school, which I now refer to as the "incident", it feels as though I have forgotten something. But if it were really important, I'm sure I would remember right? Right.
        I draw my attention back to Harry and look at his glowing green eyes. They are full of worry and sincerity and I nod slowly. He sends me a small smile and I return the gesture hesitantly. I redirect my glance over to the grand piano and inhale sharply. The truth is, I haven't touched a piano since the day she died.
        Rosie always loved listening to me play the piano, and that is the very reason I haven't played it since her death. I look up at Harry and he takes my hand, encouraging me to play. I look over at the piano, not sure how to approach it. Harry directs me to it and sits me down on the bench, but I am still hesitant to play it. He places my fingers in the correct positions on the keys and I carefully trace them before starting. I think of her favorite song, Bones by Ms Mr. I begin to play it and sing along, closing my eyes and getting lost in the music.
        When it is finished, I hear applause and open my eyes to see not only Harry but what looks to be his mother and sister as well. I freeze for a second, but then quickly jump up and away from the piano, looking at it in shock.
        Harry chuckles and walks closer to me. "That was beautiful, love. I didn't know you could sing or play." I blush insanely, resulting in me finding interest in my TOMS.
        "Yeah, I'm alright." This time they all start to laugh and I turn my attention to Harry, looking at him quizzically.
        "You're fantastic, Olivia. Way better than alright." I smile shakily at him and his family, shuffling from one foot to the other nervously. He notices and walks up to me, turning around to face his family. He places his hand on the small of my back and walks me forward. "Mum, Gemma, this is Olivia. She's a um friend from school.
        I smile politely at them, extending my hand out to his mum first. She ignores my hand completely and pulls me in for a hug and I wrap my arms around her after a moment of hesitation. I pull away and walk up to Gemma, hugging her genuinely before stepping back.
        "It is very nice to meet both of you. I can see where Harry gets his good looks from." My comment was meant to be a compliment to them, but my mouth drops open when I realize what I've really said. I just admitted that I found Harry Styles attractive. Uhoh.
        My eyes widen further when I hear a deep chuckle from behind me. I hurry to cover up what I've said, but nothing comes out right. "I didn't mean that I thought Harry was attractive. I mean its not that he's not, but I don't look at him like that if you um know what I mean." I hurry nervously, and by this time his mother and sister have lost it. 
        For some reason, they find this whole thing very entertaining. I turn to look at Harry and see that he is blushing and holding back laughter. "So, you like what you see, yeah?" I groan and roll my eyes, burying my head in my hands.
        Suddenly, I feel Harry's body up against the back of mine and my breath catches in the back of my throat. "It's okay, I like what I see as well." His words cause me to blush like an idiot, and I try to pretend as if I hadn't heard him, but he knows differently.
        "Would you like to join us for dinner Ms..."
        "Andrews." Harry says from behind me. He is still within close proximity of me and it is sending my heart into a panic. "Actually, Mum, Olivia is having issues with her family right now and I was wondering if she could stay a few nights. I plan on keeping an eye on her. I need to make sure she's alright." I am shocked by his sweet words and as I turn to look at his mother, something in her eyes softens and she nods her head quickly.
        "I have some clothes you can borrow if you need to. Don't be afraid to ask. It's nice to finally have another girl around here." I nod and smile brightly, inspired by their generosity. I turn to Harry and take his hand, squeezing it and smile at him thankfully. Honestly, after the events from the last year and then today, I can't stand going home. I probably would've found somewhere else to stay anyways.
        Jace pops into my head and I immediately feel guilty for leaving him at the hospital like that, but honestly, I needed to be alone. He'll understand. "Um, I'll be right back, I need to make a quick phone call. I hope you all don't mind. They all nod including Harry, and I turn around, excusing myself from the room. I open the front door and sit down in the bench swing on the front porch.
        I pull out my phone and find Jace's number quickly. I dial and it rings three times before he answers. "Hello?" I say slowly and shakily.
        "Oh my God! Olivia, are you okay? You just ran out and I've been looking for you everywhere! Where the hell are you?!" I wince at his tone and take a few breaths before answering.
        "I'm fine, Jace, and I'm sorry. I tend to run from my problems rather than handling them. Um I'm with Harry and I'm going to be spending a few nights here. I need a break from everything is all. Don't worry about coming to get me, I'm in safe hands." I smile as I think of Harry and how kind and generous he has been to me. When he told me that we knew each other from school, I took it that we weren't close and now he's offering a place in his home to me.
        "Harry?! As in Harry Styles?!" I nod, realizing after that he can't see me.
        "Um, yeah... Is there a problem with that, Jace?" I say that last part with more venom than was intended, but honestly, he was starting to piss me off. I mean I can understand him being worried since I did take off, but angry? And why? Harry is doing so much for me! What could Jace possibly have against him?
        "'Is there a problem with that, Jace?' YES there is a problem with that! This is Harry fucking Styles we're talking about. I mean WHAT THE HELL? I thought you were smarter than that! What the hell is wrong with you-"
        "Look I can understand you being worried, but stop. I am safe. Beyond that, I don't know what the hell your problem is. I don't know why you're getting mad and yelling at me, but I don't deserve it. You need to get control of yourself because if this is how things are going to be from now on, I'm done. Okay? Done. You need to get yourself together."
        With that, I end the call and put my head in my hands. A sob escapes my mouth and I curl myself up into a ball, blocking out the world around me. I hear a door open and decide to ignore whoever it is.
        "Hey, its been almost half an hour and I was worried so- what happened O?" I recognize Harry's voice and look up at him slowly. He sees the tears on my face and runs to my side immediately. "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong love?"
        I wipe my face frantically and try to get my breathing back to normal before speaking. "I called Jace since I had just left him there at the hospital and he started yelling at me. I don't understand what happened. I told him that I was with you and that I was safe and he freaked. He started yelling at me and I couldn't take it, so I told himself he can either get himself together, or we're done. Then I hung up." I paused for a moment to catch my breath.
        "I don't know why this keeps happening. What is it about me that causes the people I love so much stress? I didn't mean to do anything wrong and I'm just confused. What am I doing wrong?" More tears leak out and he reaches up, gently wiping them away.
        "You haven't done anything wrong, love. I don't know why this is happening, but you don't have to go through this alone. Always remember that you have me." I look up at him and nod. He is about a head taller, so I have to crane my neck up to meet his eyes.
        I nod and curl into him as he wraps his arms around me carefully. He treats me as if I am something breakable. Which at this point I am, since I am emotionally dysfunctional. He kisses my head as I lay my head on his chest. Sometimes little things like this help me to remember the little good things in life.
        I pull back and he takes my hand, helping me stand up. Suddenly, I feel very weak and realize that I haven't really eaten anything today. I try to walk and almost fall over. He catches me and loops one of my arms around his neck as he picks me up bridal style and carries me inside. He walks with me in his arms into the kitchen where his mum and sister are cooking.
        "How long until dinner is ready?" He asks. "This one needs some food in her system."
        "It should be done in a few minutes. Do you think you can wait that long?" I nod slowly, using a lot of effort. Harry walks over to the couch, sitting down. The sitting room is located right off of the kitchen so we'll hear when dinner is ready. Harry positions me so that I'm lying down on the couch with my head in his lap. He plays with my hair while I am left to my thoughts.
        "You know, you're beautiful when you're deep in thought. Its cute because your eyebrows furrow and your nose wrinkles up a bit. Its bloody adorable." I blush furiously as he laughs at my reaction. "Can I touch your murfles?" He says seductively. My eyes automatically go wide and he laughs even harder.
        "What the hell are murfles?" I say trying not to laugh.
        "They're freckles." I raise my eyebrows and then nod. He starts poking them, making me giggle. His mum walks into the room with two plates of spaghetti for us. I sit up and smile, thanking her as she walks out of the room.
        I quickly dig in, eager to taste the amazing smelling food. Just as I thought, it tastes like heaven. This is officially the best pasta I have ever eaten. Within minutes, the food is gone and I am leaning back, satisfied. Harry looks at me mischievously and I feel a smile creep onto my lips. "What do you want, Curly?" I say in a joking tone.
        He smiles at my nickname and starts laughing. "What? Is there something on my face?" I ask nervously. He nods and points to a spot. When I find nothing, he points again and again I find nothing. Finally, he reaches his hand off to wipe it off and I end up getting marinara sauce all over my face. 
        "Whoop dere it is." He says, his voice laced with humor. I groan and attempt to get the red substance off of my face, failing miserably. He leans in and I think he is going to tell me something when he licks it off my face.
        "EWWW!" I yell, running to the bathroom and scrubbing Harry's spit off of my face. "THATS DISGUSTING!" I can hear his laughter from the hallway as he steps in, wrapping his arms around my waist.
        "Oh, you know you loved it." I roll my eyes and shake my head even though at that very moment, goosebumps appear all over my body, betraying me. Suddenly, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, walking me back into the sitting room, despite my attempts of trying to get him to put me down.
        He situates us back into our recent positions with my head on his lap. He turns on the telly and puts on a film even though I can feel him watching me more than the actual film. Soon after starting the movie, I fall into a deep sleep as Harry plays with my hair, kissing my head every once in a while and causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach.
        And for a second, everything is perfect.