One Big Risk ~ A Harry Styles Fanfiction

CHAPTER 13

“Kaylee’s POV”

 I wake up in my childhood bedroom. I must’ve fallen asleep in the car on the way back from the beach. I stretch before getting out of bed. I feel so crusty. I should probably go find Harry, but instead I decide to walk down the hall to the bathroom. I slowly remove my clothes, before turning on the shower water and hopping in. The soap feels good and cleansing against my skin. The stubble on my legs prick my fingertips, and I conclude I need to shave. I’m sure Jess wouldn’t mind if I use her razor, I pick it up, and squeeze a pump of her shaving gel as I smooth it onto my leg. I drag the razor up my leg, washing it off, and then starting again, until all the hairs are off my leg. I decide on also shaving my under arms,and lady area. I wash my hair, and then stand in the shower for a moment letting the water run down my body. I feel so fresh and care free now that all my problems are gone. I hop out of the shower, drying off with a towel from the towel rack. I stand in front of the mirror, brushing my teeth with one hand, and holding my towel with the other. I then grab one of Jessie’s brushes from drawer coming out my hair, and braiding it. Before securely wrapping my towel around me, and walking down the hall back the room.

  I decide on grey skinny jeans, a red tank top, and my back vans. I like to keep it simple, I have no one to impress. I don’t feel like wearing makeup today, so I just grab my phone and walk downstairs, where Harry is on the couch watching football with my dad. It’s the Green Bay Packers vs. the Oakland Raiders game. My dad has always been a Raiders fan, and seeing what Harry yells at the tv, he’s a Packers fan. This is going to be a competitive morning. I walk over to the counter where Jessie  is sitting.

  I lean against the island of the kitchen, “How’s it been around here?”

  Jess sighs. “Same old. Dad’s always working, Mom’s god thank god, and well you know I’m lonely. I miss you, and him.”

  I know as soon as those words leave her mouth she’s talking about Austin. I don’t talk about him much, because I kind of hold a grudge. He promised he wouldn’t let anything happen to me and look how that turned on. It doesn’t mean I don’t miss him, trust me I do more than anything. He was my bestfriend. I guess I just try to convince myself I hate him for what happened, but I know I can’t. I love him.

   “I miss him too. More than you could imagine”, I say opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle.

  Pictures are hung on the fridge, some of Jess and I on the swings when we were little, one of me playing with our dog Lola we used to have, one of Austin teaching me to read, one of Aus, Jess and I at Starbucks, but the one that catches my eye is one I never knew existed. In the corner of the fridge is a picture of me on Austin’s back, he’s crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue, as my head is thrown back. My arms out at my sides. I remember that day, I was laughing so hard, Austin was making a joke that were gonna grow old and I was going to have to wipe his ass…he must’ve known the picture was being taken seeing as he made a silly face. So much for growing old together.

  Tears prick my eyes. “I took that picture”, Jess must’ve seen me studying the picture.

  “Excuse me, I’m going to go upstairs”, I say. Suddenly I couldn’t breath.

  I walk straight to Austin’s room and fling myself onto his bed.  His scent fills my nostrils and I dig my head into his pillow. I trace the sheets, he was here, he touched this before. But now he is gone. I get up and walk around his room. One wall is filled with pictures.  One picture is him on the football field, with his hands raised in victory. The other are his teammates lifting him up, sweat lines his hair. He scored the winning touchdown in the championship. There is also one of Austin and his old girlfriend Clarissa. They dated for about 4 years before he passed…he loved her. They were so in love, I always told myself that I wanted to find a love like that. In this picture he’s whispering in her ear, her eyes are closed, her smile is bright. Austin is looking at her in some type of awe, a smile that reaches his eyes clear on his face. Below that picture is a picture of Jess, Austin and I. It was Austins birthday, and I had smashed his face in the cake. Jess and I were laughing our asses off.  I go over the rest of the pictures smiling, he was so young, he had such a bright future. I wonder what happened to Clarissa Smith? I heard she was at the funeral, other than that, we haven’t seen her since.