Liam? Is he one of the members of the band? What did lulu say, is he the irish one, oh wait, no that's that Niall guy. Harry gets out of the car to grab my wheelchair that he put in the trunk of his hummer.
He opens my door and lifts me into it. I didn't bring a jacket and its getting pretty chilly out. Although its fall, in Michigan its gets pretty cold. Harry notices my goosebumps and asks, “do you want my hoodie from the backseat?" I look up at him with puppy eyes, “pwetty pwease."
He leaves me in the chair and walks back to the car and grabs an oversized hoodie that even he wouldn't fit in. He hands it to me to put on and I accept it gratefully. Its like a dress on me, but I don't mind because I can put my arms inside of the jacket instead of the arm holes.
We get to the door and Harry clicks the doorbell. What I wasn't expecting was the song that played. “peanut butter jelly time...." okay then.... he must like his sandwiches. “One quick thing, if you see spoons lying around-" but the door opens before Harry finishes. Spoons... what?
I smile to try and make a good impression, but he just squints at me questionably. He looks at Harry and tries to whisper something, “are you cheating on your girlfriend with this handicapped girl?" He can't whisper for shit and I can't help the gasp that escapes my lips. He looks horrified, and he turns to me, “I'm sorry, I have nothing against you, it's just that I knew Harry could do better."
He covers his mouth and squeezes his eyes shut. I'm mad at myself for letting Harry take me here, and I can't help what happens next. My eyes fill with salt water and drop down my face. “sorry for being an inconvenience, Harry please take me back to the hospital." I say as the tears continue to fall.
Liam tries to say something, but I cut him off, “no really, sorry that being handicapped has offended you." I try to turn my wheelchair around, but my arms are shaking from anger and sadness mixed together. I hadn't looked at Harry until now, but I saw him starting at me with tears in his eyes.
He saw my face and something set him off, he tackled Liam to the ground. He yelled, “this is the girl who saved my life." I couldn't help but sit and watch in silence, and the fear in Liam's eyes was indescribable. I knew this wasn't right and screamed, “HARRY!"
He whipped his head around with anger and surprise in his eyes. He looks back at his friend, “I'm sorry Liam." He gives Liam a hand up and says, “we better get going." Add we are going out the door Liam stops us, “Hey wait, it was my fault, I provoked it on myself."
Harry turns us around, he apologizes back, “I'm sorry too, but I can't forgive you unless you apologize to Katherine." He looks at me and I can see the sincerity when he says, “I'm so sorry, and I want to thank you for saving one of my best friends," and a tear comes out the corner of his eye.
I look at Harry who is ready to leave if I say the word, but then I look over to Liam who looks crushed. I feel like I can only say one thing, “I forgive you." He lets out a sigh of relief and pulls me into a big hug. I hug him back because of all the emotions that are happening.
“Would you both do me the pleasure of having lunch with me?" Liam asks with a renewed happiness. I smile and looks at Harry, “we would love too," he says with a giant grin on his face.
We make our way through the house and I notice something peculiar, there are spoons laying around the house everywhere. I hope he doesn't have a spoon fetish. I laugh to myself about the strangeness of this situation, he went from a bully to inviting us in to eat lunch.
Since I don't have much else to do I check out what he looks like. He has shortish, brown hair and is slender. He looks like he works out from the muscles on his arms. He looks a little pale, but it was not very sunny this summer, so I can't blame him.
He must be famous, whether from the band or not, his house is gigantic. His front room was as big as my apartment. I mean it's a decent sized apartment because Mark and I moved in together. That's a story for another day. “what would you like for lunch?" Liam asks as we make our way into his kitchen.
He has a café type of kitchen. There are those stools at a counter and even has a few tables around. He must like to entertain. He opens the fridge to show at least 6 pizza boxes and a strange odor emits from it.
“Hey Liam, when was the last time you through put ur old food?" Harry says through a pinched nose. Liam turns around with tears in his eyes and throws everything in the trash not bothering to check if it was good or not. “Well that was gross, how bout I order us some pizza?" Liam says with a regretful smile. “fine with me," I say as I suddenly have the urge to eat pizza. I think I may have even drooled a bit, but Harry just nods his head.
Liam walks into the other room to get his phone I guess. Harry walks out leaving me alone with the rotten smell, greattt. He soon returns with some febreeze, thank God. He sprays it and I can finally breath again, even if it is chemicals.
“What type of pizza do you guys like?" Liam yells from the other room. I mouth 'pepperoni' to Harry, who then tells it to Liam. After about two minute Liam comes back to join us. “It should be here in 30 minutes or less." Liam smiles at us. “Hey Liam, if you don't mind my asking, what's with all the spoons?" I say with an eyebrow raised.
He blushes and becomes suddenly shy. “it's kind of a long story, but let's just say I'm getting over a fear."
I laugh uncontrollably, until I realized he was serious. “Omg, your serious... I'm sorry..." I trail of giggling on the inside at my stupidity. He just laughs and shakes it off, which I'm glad for.
It's not long before the peanut butter jelly song begins playing, and a pizza delivery boy is standing outside Liam's door. He pays and brings the pizzas into the kitchen. He hands me a while pizza and Harry one as well. “Open them at the same time." Liam tells us. Harry and I exchange word glances, but do as he says. I open mine and it has 'I'm sorry' written in pepperoni. Harry and I both make and aww sound.
He snaps a picture, “going in my friendship scrapbook. We all laugh and eat or pizza. It wasn't till I began eating that I realized how hungry I actually was. I ate four pizza slices and even debated eating a fifth. “we better get going if we want to make sure we meet your friend on time. " Harry says while looking at his watch.
We say our goodbyes to Liam, who we assure that we will come back to visit. Harry places me back gently in his car and goes back into his driver seat. “why don't I drove?" I say jokingly. Harry looks at me baffled, but I wink and he catches on. He just rolls his eyes with a smug expression on his face as he puts the car into drive.
The engine starts up with a roar as we had into the wooded path. As we hit many bumps we are just about to make it to the highway when- POP- A tire busts. “who said that your car wasn't suppose to drive on that type of terrain?" I say jokingly. Only Harry doesn't seem in the laughing mood at all. He slams his fist against the steering wheel causing me to jump. He grabs out his phone to call a tow truck. I kind of just sit there assuredly quiet, trying to understand why he's so angry.
“No one answered," Harry informs me, “I think I have a spare in the trunk." He gets out of the car without another word. I watch him as he walks to his trunk and opens the under carpet and pulls out another tire.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Harry
Teen FictionA girl risks her life for a stranger and little did she know it was Harry Styles. A relationship is formed when the two seem to connect. Although it was not love at first sight, it will continue to grow into something that neither expected.
