Kiwi // H.S.

Part 12: Some People Just Deserve it.

God why. Why why why. I'm so stupid. Of course going out of the country will get me caught. I feel my chest right and my head hurts. Tears start rushing down my face sh*t. Here we go again. I just need Harry. That's it. I just want Harry. Only Harry. But it's 9:00 and I don't want him here. I just need to here his voice. That's all. I pick up my phone and start looking for his contact when I finally get to it and call him.
"Hello..?" He says. His voice is shaky I definitely woke him up.
"Harry I'm sorry I just I needed I'm sorry it's stupid I just.." I sound like an idiot. I can barley understand myself all I can hear is the dumb creaky sound in my voice.
"Hey hey hey slow down. I'm coming over." He says.
"No! Don't do that. Please don't do that."
"I will park down the road. I need to be there so we can talk."
"Harry please don't you don't need to I just.." I definitely wanted him here. I really really really wanted him here. But I didn't want him to drive here if he was tired, he needed sleep.
"It's ok. I will be there in about 5 minutes."
"Harry please don't you don't need to.."
He hung up. I close my eyes and bury my face into my hands. Sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t. Sure enough 5 minutes later I hear Harry's knock on my door. I open the door with tears in my eyes.
"I'm sorry." I say.
"Stop apologizing, let me in it's pouring outside."
I open the door wider and he walks in.
"Harry I'm sorry." I say. Tears are streaming down my face. He hugs me. He holds me close to him, one hand on my back the other on the back of my head making sure I'm close to him. I hug him back. He smelled nice. It was calming. Your messing with my heart Harry Styles and I don't know what do do about it. He loosens in his hug and grabs my hand and guide me to the couch. We sit and he puts his hands on my face and says "what happened." I swallow but eventually am calm enough to say "gene called, she told me she made plans for the 13, I lied and said I was going to Japan the 12 and couldn't go. And she said if she found out I was going with you she.....the record deal is off..." I say more tears filling my eyes. He pulls me close again. This time rubbing my back.
"C'mere." He said getting up and walks me to my room and lays down. He holds his arms up and I lay down into him, he cuddles me. He is so warm and comforting. "If you were an animal, what do you think you would be." He asks me. "A snail." I say being honest. Knowing he won't like it. "Why....." he asks. I sigh. "You won't like it...." I say. "Then don't tell me...wanna know what I think you would be?" He says. "Your gonna tell me anyway. Aren't you."
"I think you would be a fish. Wanna know why?"
I nod. "Because your free...and at first glance you may seen normal and average, but when you really look into you and get to know you...your extraordinary." He tells him. He is smiling. "Your too much Harry Styles." I tell him. He smiles.

I wake up next to Harry. Something I never in my entire life never thought would happen. I get up and walk down stairs to start on my break fast. Soon after he comes down and sits at the table. He watches me. Not in a creepy way though. He smiles.
"What?" I say.
"Will you just let me adore you?" He says.
I laugh.
"I'm being serious." He says.
I roll my eyes.
"You know what Harry Styles..." I say.
"Why do you keep doing that." He says.
"Doing what?"
"Calling me by my first and last name."
"Oh I don't know...some people just...deserve it I guess."
"What's you last name."
"Creeks.. why?"
"Because some people just deserve to be called by their first and last name." He says repeating my words. I roll my eyes.
He picks up something on my table.
"Strawberry lipstick?" He says.
"Oh ya. I haven't used it in a while." I laugh.
He gets up and walks up to me.
"Here look at me." He says. He starts putting on the lipstick.
"What are you doing Harry Styles." He finishes. Steps back and smiles.
"What?" I say with a laugh in my voice.
"If I said I get so lost inside you eyes, would you believe it?" He says. I can feel my cheeks getting hot and I turn back to the stove.
"It looks pretty on you. You should wear it more often." He smiles and sits back down.
F*ck Harry Styles, you really just can't stop.
"You like Lemon in your water?" I ask.
He smiles. "Lemon over ice." I roll my eyes.
"Anything for you sir" I joke. He laughs. He gets up. And walks back to the kitchen he grabs my hand with one hand and grabs me by my waist.
"What are you doing Harry Styles." I say.
"Dancing with you Daisy Creeks." He says. I put my arms on his shoulders and play along. He smiles.
"Where's you lipstick?" He asks his lip sticking out a bit as if he is pouting.
"I wiped it off, it's 8 in the morning and I'm about to eat." He sighs.
"Whatever." A smile appears to his face.
"What's the point of this."
"Just pretend the kitchen is a dance floor"
I smile.
God Harry F*cking Styles, your really messing with my head right now...and I don't know what to do about it.