Twist Of Fate

One And The Same

"I hate Gerald's lectures." Kate complains, as we head up the front steps of my house.
"Yeah, but every lecture is important because finals always contain material from his year-round lectures," I say. Before I can insert the key in the lock, the door swings open and a grinning Harry greets us.
"Hey, girls!" Harry exclaims, opening his arms wide to welcome us. Kate and I walk past him, throwing our bags on the floor. "Come on, college can't be that bad." We both turn to glare at Harry, eyebrows raised.
"Says the person who hasn't attended college," Kate snaps. Harry pouts.
"Yeah, but I enjoyed school. I just didn't enjoy homework," Harry says. I roll my eyes and march into the kitchen. After listening to two hours of Gerald's words, I need some chocolate in my body. Long, tattoo covered arms wrap themselves around my torso, pulling me into a hard body, just as I'm about to open the fridge.
"Not now, Harry." I murmur, moving my body forward. Harry loosens his hold, so that I can open the fridge. The first thing that catches my eye is a packet filled with chocolate muffins. I turn my head to the right, so that I can see Harry's face partially. "Is this your doing?" I take the muffins out of the fridge.
"Of course! I thought that you'd be burned out after a long lecture and I remember you telling me that you always turn to chocolate after lectures. So I brought home a packet of your favorite muffins," Harry says. Grinning, I turn around and give Harry a quick peck on the lips. He pouts when I pull back. "That's all I get for bringing home your favorite chocolate muffins?"
"Yeah, because I need to eat these first. After that, I might treat you to some dessert." Smiling mischievously, I step out of Harry's hold and open the packet that will transport me to paradise.
"Yeah!" Harry pumps his fist into the air, making me giggle. I take out one muffin, and place it on a plate.
"How's Amaan doing?" I ask Harry, taking out another on another plate. Chocolate muffins are Amaan's favorite, as well.
"He's doing great. In fact, he walked up the stairs mainly by himself. I barely helped," Harry says.
"No dizziness, or ache in the legs?" Harry shakes his head and shrugs.
"He said that he's numb because of the painkillers." Oh, right.
"Thanks again for helping them, Harry. I really feel indebted to you." We both make our way out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Bumper, I've said it once and I'll say it again, no problem. They're my family, too and by thanking me you're insulting me." Harry says, as we turn towards the guest room, where Amaan must be resting.
"Sorry," I let out a short laugh. "Is he sleeping?"
"No, I don't think so. Amaan slept half the day and all of last night, so he should be fresh as a daisy." Harry says, as I knock softly on the door.
"Come in," Amaan says from the room. I open the door, peeking my head in. He's lying on the bed, his head supported by pillows, his hands folded across his stomach. I open the door wider, entering the room; Harry close behind my heels.
"Hey, little bro! How're you doing?" I ask Amaan, handing him one plate. I take a seat beside him, as he digs into the muffin eagerly.
"I'm bored out of my mind. Mom's gone to pick Rayan up from a mall, and I'm stuck here. In bed, with no one at home, other than your boyfriend." Amaan says, taking a huge bite and leaving a trail of chocolate on his chin.
"But her boyfriend's great company, right?" Harry says, sitting on Amaan's other side. Amaan scoffs.
"Sure, Harry. You don't know how to play on the Xbox, you barely know how to function a PSP and you're great company. No way in hell!" I bite my lip to suppress a traitorous giggle from escaping my lips.
"There are other things to do in life. I offered to read a book with you," Harry says, in defensive mode.
"A book? Come on! What's the fun to read when another is reading out loud? How old am?"
"Okay, enough boys!" I interfere, looking at Harry with a you're-the-adult-so-act-like-one look. He huffs like a four year old, and crosses his arms across his chest. "Amaan, there are other things to do, you know? Harry's right, so do something else. I know you're a boy and you're going to refuse to do what I'm thinking, but I'll give it a go anyway. In my room, I have a creative arts set that someone gave to me on my previous birthday, as a joke. Why don't you check it out, and see if you can make something good? Take it as a challenge." I offer, searching Amaan's face for a reaction. He swallows the huge bite of chocolate that was in his mouth, and nods slowly.
"Sure, Apps. Let me give it a go," Amaan says. I look at him, surprised.
"O-Okay, I'll just get it for you." I stutter, getting up. I look at Harry with a surprised smile. He shrugs his shoulders, looking equally surprised. I get the box from my room and hand it to Amaan.
"Amaan, you're okay by yourself for a few hours, right?" Harry says, getting up and coming around the bed. He takes my hand in his.
"Yeah, sure. Why, what're you two up to?" Amaan asks, his eyes moving from Harry to me, and then landing back on Harry.
"Nothing interesting. We'll be in Bump's room. If you need anything just yell." Harry's smile carries some hidden emotion. I narrow my eyes at him, trying to figure out what's going on in his brain. However, I can never figure out what's going on in this man's brain. Harry tugs me toward the room door, and shuts it as we step out.
"What're you planning on, Styles?" I question, as I get pulled toward my room.
"Nothing interesting, like I said. We'll just...well, Bumper, you owe me my dessert." Harry says, as he pulls me into my room and shuts the door. Oh, shit! My breath gets stuck in my throat.
"I-I haven't finished mine yet." I stutter, eyeing the chocolate muffin that's lying on the bedside table. Harry looks at me with that green gaze of his, making shivers run down my spine. "You can finish yours later, cause I want mine now." Before I can think of anything to say, Harry runs toward me, and pushes me off my feet, landing us both on my bed. His mouth brushes my temple, making me take a sharp intake of breath.
"Bumper, everyday you argue with me, frustrate me. Yell at me. Yet, I don't seem to feel even an ounce of anger toward you. Why the hell not, is the question that I ask myself every night?" Harry says, stroking my hair with his index and middle fingers. He and I are lying on our sides, facing each other. "I wouldn't put up with such an attitude if another girl was concerned. I would dump her in a day. But with you, Bump, I don't seem to able to get myself to even think of that thought. I know it sounds insane to you and I know you don't reciprocate the feeling now, but I love you. I love you so darn much, Bumper. It sounds insane, and months ago I wouldn't have thought myself capable to fall in love with a girl who I barely know. Who I've spent so little time with, but I have fallen for you. Fallen hard." Harry moves his face closer to mine, till our lips brush against each others. "I want you to never, ever leave me." He sighs, and connects our lips. I savor the taste of Harry's lips and I can faintly taste strawberries on Harry's tongue.
"Were you eating strawberries?" I murmur, smiling against Harry's lips.
"Yeah, but that's not what I'm trying to get at right now. Listen to me, and stop distracting me with your kisses." Harry says, moving his head away from mine and moistening his lips.
"I'm distracting you with my kisses?" I ask, biting the inside of my cheek to suppress a bubble of laughter from escaping. Harry smiles and bumps his forehead against mine.
"Bumper, you know I've always enjoyed myself onstage. I mean, it's the best feeling in the world, to be out there with thousands of people chanting, screaming your name and singing along. I wouldn't give up this life for the world. Yes, this career has it's ups and downs, but I love it. However, for the first time in my life, I didn't enjoy myself onstage when you didn't answer my calls, or messages. And when I heard that you've mentally broken up with me, I didn't even want to go onstage for the first time ever. Honestly, Bump, even when I'm sick I still want to perform. I've performed several times with headaches, fevers, sore throats. And I love it. I love the feeling even then. But the past week has been...torture. Every time I went onstage I kept thinking, when will this be over? When are we getting our week long break, so that I can go to Bump? I didn't perform my fullest, I didn't give it a hundred percent. And I know that if you ever do that to me again, I won't be living life anymore to a hundred percent. Believe it or not, but you're the cause of my happiness now. When you're happy, with me, I'm happy. When you're away from me, mad at me, breaking up with - " He lets out a chuckle - "I'm distraught."
"I'm sorry, Harry, but you did do something highly stupid." I say, feeling like I'm the bad guy, again.
"Yeah, I know and if I ever do something stupid again, yell at me, throw stuff at me, pound me with your tiny, soft fists, but don't ever break up with me." Harry's eyes glisten with tears, and I place my hands on either side of his face, and pull it closer to mine.
"I'm sorry, Harry." I murmur, as both of our tears blend with each other and form one steady stream onto the bed-sheets.