Why? (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 8

"Be my girlfriend" he didn't give me a choice really. It was a declarative sentence not a interrogative question. A statement. Be my girlfriend. So I said yes. Who wouldn't? If they new Harry like I did they wouldn't even hesitate.

We lay on the full bed in Lou's house for the second day. Jade cooking in the kitchen. Harry was able to get up now and walk around. His pain he said has subsided. Allowing him a more movable manner. I'm glad too. Now we can go somewhere. I feel a little trapped here, I needed a walk out. Or a good run. Oh running. Images and memories fogging my mind as I rest my head back on a heavy surface. People running in the Olympics, little kids running on a playground.

Snapped to reality when I hear a cough. It was Harry. He was already standing and getting dressed for the day.

"Haz..." I said.

"Mmm?"

"Can we go out today? You and I?" I questioned.

He didn't answer he bent down and placed a wet kiss on my forehead. I whiped it off and smiled. He nodded yes.

I jump out of my clothes and into new ones. Black strap on sandals. White short shorts and a loose hanging tank top. I looked a little under dressed but I don't care. Harry entered the room with some food and a new like of clothes. He had a good choice of outfit but hard to describe. Black skinny jeans and a dark blue t shirt with a saying on it. Not sure what it said.

He came by me not saying a word, he grabbed my hand yanked me up and enclosed his arms around me blocking off the world and taking me in. As if protecting me from the bad things. He had me in the tight embrace for quite a bit.

"Lets go for a walk." He suggested.

"Alright" smiling.

He never actually let go of me. He still had his arm slung around me, hand on my waist. He wasn't touchy. He didn't always insist on grabbing my ass or anything. And I kind of liked it. Not too pushy and not too forceful. He walked us into the living room and no one was cooking or kidding or cleaning. Jade and Louis weren't there.

I'm guessing they went out to get food or a break. Who knows.

Harry slipped on a pair of sandals and I put on a new pair of vans. I loved them. So much. Who wouldn't? I grab my phone which is all I need besides Harry, open the door and step out of the building. We round the stairs and start heading east towards the edge of town. We were already almost on the outskirts but we had a tiny way to go. The walk was a bit long but spending time with Harry was never a bore. Being with him was perfect. Not even having to talk or look at one another or hug or kiss. Just being with him was enough, all the rest was a bonus. I think that's also what love is. Besides being the power no one knew they had, it's being with someone, not doing anything at all, and still having feelings.

We weren't doing nothing though.

Harry was telling me about himself. Besides the stuff I already knew, he's had a rough life. He really did. He wasn't saying anything about his parents though. He grew up struggling with money and family issues. They never had money and he wouldn't have everything else the other kids had. His parents fought everyday all day long. His father was a cocaine addict and was into lots of drugs and apparently every other woman on the planet besides his mum. He would come home drunk and concained up and beat Gemma and Harry. His mother was always sick and he didn't say anything about her at the moment. Which forced me to break the gate between my confusion and the answer.

"Harry, why don't you talk about your mum. Can we go visit her today? Ill drive and we can go and get food and maybe take her to dinner and talk. I want to make a good impression so ill wear something nice ok??" I urged.