S. lessons from Harry Styles

Chapter 14

Harry's P.O.V

I think I might cry again. I can't believe Alana would be so kind to me after the horrible things I did. It was so relaxing to have her hold me and comfort me, I felt happiness for the first time in over a year.

I'm collecting my stuff from Louis' house to bring to Alana's house and I can't help but smile the whole time.

Alana's P.O.V

So I hadn't asked my parents about Harry staying over so this might not go down well...

"Hey mum you look so pretty today, did you get your hair trimmed again? It looks really good." I smiled sweetly at her.

"Alana I just woke up and I'm in a dressing gown, what do you want?" She scanned my face.

"I'm offended, just because I complement you doesn't mean I want something in return." I put my hand up to my heart.

"Alana give it a rest would you, what is it that you want?"

I sighed, giving in. "Okay well, you remember Harry right? Well his parents kicked him out about 2 months ago and he can't stay with Louis anymore so I was wondering if he could stay here?" I bit my lip waiting for her to say no.

She thought for a minute making me even more anxious.

"Okay he can stay here, but I'm expecting you to help pay for some things from now on seeing as you got the job at the cafe."

"Thank you! Thank you!" I jumped up and down.

So yeah I got a job at this cafe down the road a few blocks and it has pretty good pay, $18.00 an hour. Now I can help pay when Harry needs anything.

I spent a whole hour cleaning up my room so it is tidy for Harry. That's the other thing, we don't have a spare guest room so Harry will have to sleep on the floor in my room but we can get my old mattress from my bed and bring it up. That will have to make do until we figure something else out.

*knock knock*

That will be Harry.

Yeah the killer

Shut up I'm doing him a favour

Well I warned you

I can tell he wants to be better so go away

"Hey Harry come in." I heard my mum talking down stairs.

"Hello mrs Anderson thanks for letting me stay." I heard his deep voice.

"Go on up stairs Alana is in her room."

I heard his foot steps and I greeted him at my door taking his bag.

"Hey harry." I smiled at him.

"Hey Alana." he hugged me tightly and I hesitated in his hold, but quickly regained myself.

"Can't.. breathe.. Harry." I struggled against his crushing hug.

"Oh sorry, but Alana really, thank you so much I can't even begin to say how thankful I am." He smiled.

"It's fine really." I can't let myself get to attached to Harry again, yes I have missed him but he did kill someone after all and I can't go through that again.

"Also I have a shift at the cafe in 25 minutes so you can come down with me if you want or you're welcome to stay here while I'm gone."

"How long is your shift?" He asked.

"About 2 hours." I replied.

"I might stay here if that's okay?"

"No no it's okay I was expecting you to say no anyway and it would be boring waiting around there so don't worry." I assured him.

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Harry P.O.V

I've been bored silly here without her, maybe I should have gone? Oh well only one hour left.

I started to close my eyes getting sleepy thinking about Alana.

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Alana's P.O.V

I walked into my room to see Harry asleep on my bed with his feet tucked up and his arms folded around his chest. I read online that if people sleep like that they want to hug someone. I crept over to him, admiring his beautiful and distressed looking face. Maybe he's having a dream.

I went into the bathroom to change my clothes when I heard mumbling and talking. Harry.

I sat on the bed next to him.

"No please don't leave me!"

"I didn't mean to do it, I'm begging you don't leave me!"

"Please don't call the cops I love you!"

Those were some of the words Harry spoke, still completely asleep. I wonder what or who he was talking about?

"Alana please." He whimpered.

I turned to face him noticing some tears on his face. I wiped them away with my thumb.

"Harry?"

"Harry?"

"Haz?!" I said touching his face.

"Alana?" he spoke opening his eyes.

"I'm here it's okay."

He didn't speak he just pushed me down onto the bed, cuddling me. He was shaking.

I'm starting to get really worried about harry. Does this happen every night?

"Does this always happen?" I questioned.

"What?"

"Your dreams."

I saw him bite his lip and hold back a few more tears. He nodded.

"When you left I realised how fucked up I was. I'm a sorry excuse for a human being." He sobbed into my neck.

"Shh shh, you're not a sorry excuse, there are people that love you dearly."

"No there isn't. My parents kicked me out, I can't stay at Louis' anymore because I'm too much of a hassle. I'm just taking up everyone's time, maybe I should just go." He whispered the last part and I felt my heart breaking for him.

"Stop it Harry, don't say that."

"Do you s-still like me?" His voice squeaked.

What do I say? I never actually thought about it. Do I still like him? Why am I doing this? Because you care for him. I reminded myself.

"Yes harry I do." I saw him smile, an actual smile, not a fake one, a real one.

He stared into my eyes and looked down at my lips every few seconds.

He leaned forward and touched my lips with his.
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