Always.

“Harry, I’m not coming over unless you tell me what we’re doing.” I say while sitting on my bed with my legs crossed. My phone was between my shoulder and ear as I spread my Spanish stuff across my bed.

“Please, Kelly.” He whined, “I promise it will be fun.”

“I need to finish some Spanish homework.”

“I’ll help you.” He offered.

“Harry, you take French . . . and you suck at it.” I laughed, and at this point I am just sitting with my phone in my hand, leaning against my headboard.

“Hey! I do not! I just want you to come over. See: You, me, oui.”

“You know was pisses me off? The fact that that kind of makes sense.” He chuckled. I let out a deep sigh, “Let me finish my Spanish first.” I finally gave in.

“How longs that going to take?”

“Oh my gosh, you are so impatient. I have a couple pages, okay? Then I’ll be over.” I assure him.

“Stay on the phone with me.” He asks.

“What?”

“Don’t hang up. Stay on the phone until you are done.”

“I’m just going to be mumbling words in a language you don’t understand.” I shake my head, finally grabbing my pencil and reading through the pages.

“I don’t care.”

I rolled my eyes. “Alright, but do not talk to me!” I said sternly.

“Okay.”

I smiled, putting my phone on speaker and then laying it down on my bed next to my textbook.
All together it took me about a half an hour to finish the two work pages of my Spanish homework. I did indeed mumble words and sentences, and to that Harry would just laugh. He would occasionally begin singing, or making weird noises with his mouth while, I assume, looking through his phone.

“Yay! Come over now!”

“You’re such a kid.” I shake my head.

“You’re wasting time.”

“Ok! I’m coming! I’ll see you in a bit.”

I hung up the phone and walked to my dresser to change out of the clothes I still had on from school. It’s still warm outside, considering it’s only about 4:15, so I slid on a pair of shorts but left the rest of what I had on today.

I knocked on the front door before twisting the door knob, which didn’t even open.

Harry came and opened the door with a huge smile across his face.

“You seriously begged me to come over and you don’t even have the door unlocked for me?”

“Just get in.” He moved his arm up for me to walk under and closed the door behind me.

“So, what are we doing?” I ask as I plop down on his couch.

“We…” he pauses throwing a pillow at me from the other couch.

“Hey!”

“Are going to make a fort.” He smiles.

“What?!” The excitement took over my body. “Really?”

“Yea, I just thought it would be fun.” He gave his classic smile and shrug.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s do it!” I jumped up and removed the cushions from the couches. Harry laughed at me and started getting blankets and sheets in a pile.

“Alright, this,” he pointed to the living room. “is our main area, the rest is free space. I bet I still make the best paths.”

“Bullshit, Gemma made the best, and then it was definitely me!”

“I guess we’ll see about that won’t we, Harry?”

He winked and then ran to pick up blankets and chairs. What a cheater!

I grabbed chairs cushions and placed them so I could put the sheets over them easily. It was easy to say that my tunnels ended up better than his.

“Crawl through! Meet me in the middle!”

I went through my tunnels as fast as I could, “Harry this isn’t fair. You now I put turns in mine!”

“Should have thought of that!” he yelled.

Ugh. I continue to crawl until I finally found the middle or the main area, and Harry was lying across the floor. I took the spot next to him on the ground, putting my hands behind my head.

“Are you going to make me tea now?” we would always have tea after we made forts when we were younger.

“Yea, but let’s stay here for a bit longer.” He whispered.

We lay in silence for almost ten minutes before I decide to say something. “Are you okay Harry?” I glanced up at him.

“Yea, I just. . . I miss her. I miss Gem, and I miss my family, how we used to be.” He inhales deeply and continues. “I just sometimes wish we never left England, like, what if we didn’t leave. Maybe then everything would be okay.”

“Harry,”

“I know. I know that not moving here wouldn’t keep them from fighting, but I like to think that. . . I’d still have Gemma around in England, and she would have helped me.”

I bit on my bottom lip, trying not to make any noise or show that I was kind of hurt.

“Do you understand how happy I am that we moved into this house, in this small city though? I don’t think I tell you thank you enough, thank you for everything. God, you are so incredible, you know that? I don’t know what I’d be doing right now if it weren’t for you. You have helped me through everything and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to properly show you how much you mean to me. I love you, Kel.”

I looked at him again and moved closer to his side. He kissed my forehead for longer than usual.
“I love you too, Harry.” We continued on in the quiet again, and it was peaceful and comfortable.

“I should go make that tea now.” He says, getting up and crawling down his tunnel.

I giggled and followed behind him to the kitchen. I pulled myself onto the counter to sit while I watched Harry turn the stove on with the kettle on top.

He was still silent, staring intensely at the towel hanging from the oven handle until the kettle whistled.

“Harry?”

“Yea.” He replied, concentrating on putting the tea into the pot.

“I’m glad I can be here for you.” I showed him a weak smile, and he returned it.

“Hug me?” He opened his arms and threw me the cutest face that I couldn’t put into words.

My smile grew as I hopped of the counter and put my arms around his waist. He pulled me close to him and hugged me tight. He would slowly rub a hand up and down my back, sending chills over my body.

I lightly slapped hit his back twice, which was kind of a sign that we’d been hugging for a long time.

He loosened his hold, but still kept me close, placing a long kiss on my forehead before he actually let go.

He didn’t look at me after the hug; he just poured our tea into cups and walked over to the fridge, pulling out some milk.

“Here you go, love.” He handed me the tea.

“Thanks.”

I moved to sit back on the counter, crossing my legs in front of me, then holding the hot mug with both of my hands.

I actually hate tea, like really hate it, except for the kind that the lovely Styles family makes. Harry has always told me it is because they make it correctly, and I actually believe him.

Harry leans against the counter beside me, pulling his phone out and sipping the tea.

“Hello.” A feminine voice calls through the house. “Harry Edward Styles, what is this mess?!”

Harry turns to look at me, trying to hide his laughter. “Sorry, mum.” He answers.

Anne walks in the kitchen and looks at us, shaking her head but still smiles at the both of us.
“You better clean it!” she plays, kissing his cheek.

She looks up at me and I smile from ear-to-ear, “Hi momma Anne!” she leans up to kiss me on the cheek as well.

“Hello, darling! How are you? I haven’t seen you in a week; we usually don’t go a day without seeing you here.”

“School, it’s keeping me busy already. How are you papa Des?”

“Quite well, thank you! I see you two are making your forts again. That path is yours, right?” he asked, pointing to the one that indeed was mine.

“Yea, it is.” I laughed.

“Yours always were the best out of you two.” He says, knowing that Harry will complain.

“HEY!” Harry whined.

“Ha! I told you.” I gleam, bumping his shoulder.

“Whatever, my parents just love you more than they love me.”

“That’s not true! We love you both equally!” Anne smiles, she really has been like a mother to me, especially throughout high school. The Styles family is my family. “Well, I am gonna go to the office… and I expect this to be clean when I come out.” She says, playfully glaring at Harry. “It was lovely to see you dear, better not go another full week again love.”

“I promise.” I smile, and with that she turns and walks out of the kitchen.

“I’m going to the back to start our dinner, we're having steaks tonight. Are you staying for dinner tonight, Kelly?”

“Oh, no.” I answered at the same time Harry answered yes. “I am actually exhausted so I was going to settle down early. I’m sorry.” I ignore Harry and speak to paps.

“No worries, just know I’ll make an extra in case you change your mind.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.” He grabs the thawed meat off the counter and walks towards the back to the patio.

“Kelly.” Harry turns, “Why can’t you stay?” the disappointment in his voice was evident.

“I just told you’re dad.” I take the last sip of my tea and climb off of the counter.

“Please.” He asked, and I’m glad I didn’t look him in the eye.

I knew it would be hard to say no with the look he was probably giving me. I just rinsed my cup and left it in the sink before heading to the living room to start cleaning the mess we made.

“Oh come on.” He says, taking on of the cushions

“No, I’m really tired honestly.”

He rolled his eyes at me and grabbed sheets throwing them in a pile. Sometimes I am okay with silence with us, but not like this when he isn’t happy. How have I never noticed how bipolar he acts before?

As we placed the final cushions on the couch in silence, I decide to break it. “I’ll come for dinner any other night you want this week.”

“Wednesday?”

“Yea, alright.”

Harry lets out a deep sigh. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He wrapped his arms around me again.

“Hey,” I say, causing him to pull away. “Come over if you need anything, okay?” he smiled and nodded so I threw my arms around him and swung him back and forth. “I love you, best friend!”

“Yea, yea. Get out!” he pushes me away with his arm.

I scoff and walk out the door.

“I LOVE YOU TOO!” he screams before the door completely shuts.

I shake my head laughing as I walk back to my house.

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