Revive [Harry Styles]

Chapter Twenty-Six

"Harry you're going to make a mess please let me do it" Harry almost trips turning around. A whisk in one hand and a bowl of eggs in another.

"I'm not going to make a mess, if anything you're distracting me" he has a smug smirk on his face. I only roll my eyes and continue making the pancakes.

I watch the pancakes closely to make sure they don't burn. One time gramps tried making pancakes but was so consumed with talk to me he let them burn. Let's just say we had crispy pancakes that day. I still ate them, I still said they were delicious even though it felt like I was chewing on charcoal. Times like those I truly cherished.

I flip the last pancake. I love my pancakes with chocolate chip. Although, gramps like banana.

I look over at Harry and his eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration. Cooking the eggs like his life depends on it. He has his lips pressed in a flat line. His hair is all over the place. He just got here a little while ago rambling how we should make breakfast and his cravings for pancakes. I gave in too partly because I wanted him to stop talking and partly because pancakes don't sound horrible right now. Either way he got what he wanted.

Harry turns to fully look at me and winks. Oh gosh I was staring he's going to think I was checking him out. I turn around to hide my burning face from embarrassment.

Instead of staying there I go to the living to gather the scattered papers throughout the floor. Last night I couldn't sleep well so I just decided to do homework. If I know one thing for sure it's that gramps always pushed me to do good in school. Their was a point in my life where I gave up on everything.

"But I don't want to go I'm done gramps" I sniffle the burgers that want to spill.

"Now don't you want to finish for you so you can feel proud of yourself so you can feel like you did this to prove to everyone you're better, to make your self proud" Gramps tilts my chin up to look at him. He smiles and just like that I listen.

"Will.. will you be proud of me?" I wipe the tears away.

"Of course I will I'll always be proud of you especially if you finish school"

That's when I realized I want him to be proud of me. I want to make him proud. He's given me everything I want to show him that I can do it. I wasn't thinking of myself. I knew I had to finish school to see him proud of me. I made it my goal that I will get good grades, I'll finish school with gramps right beside me.

The memory is a distant one. Oh, how things changed with just a blink of an eye. How one second I had an angel right before me to the next I was pushing the guards to just be with him yelling my lungs out. It changed everything. If it was fate then I hate it. I hate that he's gone I hate that they took my only light away from me.

I push back the tears staring up at the ceiling before I hear the alarm go off.

Beep beep beep

A loud screeching sound fills the house singling there's a fire or to much smoke. I jump up and rush the kitchen to find Harry rushing back and fourth. He tries picking up the pan but ends up dropping it. I guess it was to hot. It's like gramps all over again.

"Harry open the windows and turn off the alarm I'll fix this" he looks startled at fist but nods his head leaving the kitchen.

I put a oven mit on and pick up the pan that holds the burnt eggs. How do you burn eggs? I throw the eggs in the trash can and put the pan in cold water. Steams comes up but soon it dies down. The air has cleared up.