Star Crossed - Part 5 (H.S AU)- “Sweet Creature“
I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard my phone ringing on my bed. It’s an unknown number. Feeling brave, I answered the call and brought the device up to my ear.
“Left before saying goodbye, did we?” Harry. His voice sounds dark. It’s deeper, and his accent thicker. I take a few seconds to calm my weak knees after hearing him speak.
“I’m sorry, I wish I could have stayed long enough to say goodbye to you guys, but I’ve still got so much to pack, and I’ve gotta put together a game plan for move-in day tomorrow.”
“I was hoping you might mention tomorrow. I was wondering if maybe you would like some help transporting your stuff so that you don’t have to make so many trips.” He was sweet, a part of my half expected that when he woke up this morning he’d be a completely different person. That maybe the alcohol was what lead to him being so kind toward me, and that it potentially wasn’t how he always acted towards people.
“That would be such a life saver, thank you, Harry.”
“ ‘s not a problem. Just text me your address, and I’ll swing by whenever you’re ready tomorrow.”
“Have a good day, love,” ‘Love.’ There go my knees again. Whenever he called me that I felt my stomach doing summersaults and I could sense how flustered it made me look and feel. The way that word rolled off of his tongue was mesmerizing. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to hint at something, or if that was just something he called every girl he spoke to.
“…Maddie, you there?” shit.
“Oh-uh-ya,-sorry, uh thank you, you too.”
“A’right, bye love.” The line went dead, but before he hung up I heard him laugh. Well, that’s not embarrassing or anything.
I try to shake it off and go back to wrapping the furniture in my room. About a week ago, my mom and I ordered a new bed for my new living space, because she wanted my bed to be here in case I ever decided to spend the night during visits. As long as he-who-shall-not-be-named was living here, though, that was highly unlikely. I am really concerned about Robin staying here. She’s too young to understand exactly what’s going on and too outsized to defend herself in any sense - verbally, physically, or otherwise – in any way.
So, being the protective big sister I have always had to be, I sat Robin down and told her what I wanted to do whenever she was in a threatening situation. And if she and Chuck were the only ones in the house, she was to lock the door in my old room, and inside my old bathroom. It wasn’t fullproof but it was enough to at least slightly settle my nerves. When I decided it was time to have a chat with my mom regarding the mansion, she told me that Niall had said on record that he didn’t want us to pay for anything, which made me feel like utter crap because that house is anything but cheap. I am hopeful that I can find a way to make it up to him, and all of the ‘lads’ for that matter after what they’ve so generously provided me.
It was noon the next day when a black Range Rover pulled into the driveway. When it’s door swung open, out stepped none other than Harry Styles. His navy beanie had tucked away all the long curls residing atop his head, with small tufts poking out in the front. He clearly dressed for today’s wind, because he had on a soft army green jacket over his red t-shirt. I’m pretty sure his favorite thing to wear are skinny jeans, seeing as he is wearing another pair right now- these being a dark shade of denim. His outfit was completed by the slightly distressed brown boots that ended at his ankles. He seems to wear those style shoes a lot as well. I wish so badly that I could say he didn’t look good, but that’d be a lie. Every time I had seen him so far he and his sense of style had taken my breath away, which was a dangerous thought because it only drew me to him more.
I rushed down the steps and opened the door, ushering him inside.
He pulled me in for a quick hug with one arm, bidding me a quick good afternoon before we headed out to the garage and got my new bed which was delivered in a box. We loaded up my mom’s car as much as we could, which surprising only left a few boxes to be packed into Harry’s car. We were back in my room grabbing the last of the boxes when I heard a little knock on my door startling both Harry and myself. We whipped our heads in the direction of the noise.
“Can I help?” Robin beamed up at me. Her thick hair was pulled into two large French braids that I recognized as our mother’s work.
“Do you think you can handle it little bird? This box is reaalllly heavy?” I held up the lightest box up, knowing she could carry it, but the look on her face when she felt strong was worth it.
“Yes! I am a strong independent woman,” she nodded proudly and marched forward, toward me while Harry silently laughed.
“Oh, Harry this is my little sister, Robin. Little bird this is my…” shit what do I call him, “my housemate Harry.” His face faltered slightly at my statement but nevertheless, he kneeled down and held out a hand for Robin to shake.
“Nice to meet you, Robin” he smiled brightly at her with those cute dimples coming into play. She stares at his hand before slowly reaching out and shaking it.
“Are you sure he’s Irish?” she squints at me in a questioning manner, “aren’t Irish people short, and don’t they wear green?”
“Oh my gosh, Robin, okay, one - my…partner is Niall, and two - this is Harry - I met him because he’s friends with Niall.” She looks back over to Harry.
“Hi,” he waves with a laugh, staying squatted down to her level seemingly nervous from her staring.
“I like your hat.” She pokes it.
“Thank you, I like your hair” he wiggles both braids in his hands.
“I like him,” she turns back to me and smiles, making me roll my eyes.
“Alright little bird, let’s get these last boxes in the car.” She nods and grabs the box I assigned her and walks off.
“At least one of you likes me,” Harry scoffs. My eyes almost fly out of their sockets.
“ ‘He’s my housemate’ ” he says in a girl’s voice, “ ‘I know him ‘cause of Niall’…” there’s a brief, sad pause, “do you…not wanna be friends?”
“What? No, Harry of course I do!” he smiles at my statement. I stand there unsure of what to do, so I fidget with my fingers.
“Can I ask you something?”
“You just did,” I joke and turn around. He quickly grabs my right arm and whips me back around so fast that I bump into his chest.
“Sorry,” I push myself off of him gently. I return to fidgeting once more.
“Why are you so nervous around me?” his eyes are filled with curiosity, but he’s smiling slightly, with his dimples on display again.
“I’m sorry, I’ve just…I’ve never actually had a friend before,” I confess.
“Oh,” he looks surprised. “Well, in that case, I’m honored to be your first” he turns around with a dopey smile and grabs the box, exiting my room. I follow suit and walk behind him while he marches like Robin did. When we meet Robin at the front door, she’s tapping her foot impatiently. This kid I swear.
Placing the three boxes in the back of Harry’s car, he reaches up and closes the trunk.
“I think that’s everything,” I sigh.
“Can we play outside one last time before you go?” she pouted up at me. It felt kind of strange having another soul present when she asked me that question, but strange in a good way. It had always been just me and my little bird of a sister against the world.
“I don’t know little bird…” I glance over to Harry. He’s probably going to think it’s lame.
“Pleeaaaaase Maddie? Harry can play too.”
“What game do you want us to play, Robin?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Tag,” she smiles wickedly. She know’s I hate running.
“Aw come on, Maddie, don’t say no just because you’re gonna lose.” He shakes his head.
“Yeah!” Robin nods, secretly fist-bumping Harry. She thinks I don’t see it but I do, and he gives it away with his adorable smile. I stand there with my mouth agape and stare at both of them as if I am offended.
“Alright, fine. You’re on.” I start walking towards the house, and tap Harry’s shoulder smugly, “You’re it!” I sprint through the house into the backyard, with Robin, Harry chasing after us shortly behind.
The crisp, windy air was filled with the sounds of laughter and feet hitting grass as we all took turns chasing each other. I had finally caught up to Maddie when we reached the backyard, so she was “it again.” Once she tagged Robin I decided to go easy with my speed, wanting to put a smile on her face before Maddie and I have to leave. We were all spread out amongst the various different flowers in the garden, without a single worry in the world. The only problem was that I was starting to grow very fond of Maddie, and that was something to worry about. So when Robin caught me, I immediately threw myself in Maddie’s direction.
When I caught up to her, I threw her off guard by wrapping my arms around her from the back and swinging her around. She blessed our ears with the beautiful sound of her laughing before I gently placed her back on her two feet, and she turned around to face me. The smile on her face was so radiant, that it felt like it was eclipsed when she realized our close proximity, and her face turned serious. I wanted nothing more than to lean in and press my lips against her there in that moment. So badly it almost felt painful.
The only sound that could be heard was the both of us trying to catch our breath. We just stood there, and all I could do was stare at her beautiful blue-green eyes. Trying to push aside how I longed to reach out and kiss her, I threw myself backward onto the ground, acting tired, and heard laughter emitting both her and Robin.
She was a sweet creature, Maddie’s sister. A lot like Maddie in that very sense. Maddie is by far one of the sweetest people I have ever met.
“You find my death amusing?” I said between breaths. Maddie doesn’t say anything, but she lies down next to me on the ground and turns her head to look at me. And just like that, with the simplest of her gestures, I wanted to get to know Maddie Parker, and that was a very dangerous thought.