It doesn't matter anymore

When Harry styles meets Kathrine on twitter, he begins to fall for her. When he finally sets up a date to meet each other in person, there seems to be a small detail that Kathrine didnt tell Harry and it breaks his heart. Read it to find out what happens :)




I'm getting used to using these things. I totally forgot what it felt like. Mom insisted that I stay home from school for the rest of the year. There's only one more week of school, but it's the most important. Finals week.
My teachers gave me the tests to take home. I have to finish them by next Friday, which means I have to go back to school on Friday to hand my tests in.
I'm finally back in my own bed. I slowly stand up and make my way to the bathroom, using the walls to support me.
Mom let Harry stay at our house since he had nowhere to go. He could've gone to a hotel, but I begged mom to let him stay here. He's sleeping on the couch.
I brush through my long mess of hair and put on just a little bit of makeup. I go downstairs to see Harry is already awake, and is making conversation with mom.
"London's quite big." Harry says. "You guys should come visit sometime." Mom laughs.
"I don't think so. But kats birthday is coming up in less than a month. Once she's 18, I'll have no control over what she does." Mom says. I decide to end this conversation before one of them says something stupid.
I stumble into the kitchen and scramble to sit down. Harry sits next to me.
"Good morning, love." He smiles.
"Would you like some pancakes, honey?" Mom asks.
"No thank you. I'm not hungry." I say. Mom exits the room and goes upstairs after she flashes us a smile. It Wasnt a happy, fun smile. It was more of a pity smile. I don't know why.
"How'd you sleep?" Harry asks.
"Fine. What about you? How was the couch." I grin.
"Not bad actually." He kisses my cheek.
"When are you planning on going back to England?" I ask.
"I'm not sure. It depends on how long you guys will let me stay here."
"Stay as long as you want." I bite my lip and hope he'll stay for awhile.
"I don't wanna miss your birthday, but that's two weeks away. I feel bad for staying here too long."
"No, that might be okay. I'll talk to my mom about it."

I walk up to my room and sit down at my desk. I stare at the blank sheet of paper that sits in front of me. Robert left his address on the back of his letter. He told me I can write back If I want. Why not? After all, I can relate to his problem...

Dear Robert,
I am very sorry about your wife. I have experienced something similar. My husband was shot not too long ago. Kat, my daughter, is doing fine. The surgery worked out great and she is able to walk again. She is still a bit wobbly, but she'll get used to it. I'm curious to know what's going on in your life. Feel free to write back.


HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW (sorry for all these POV changes)

I feel bad for using their home. Mainly because I have a feeling Amanda doesn't like me. Maybe I can use these next two weeks to change that. After all, I may be dating her daughter soon.
"What do you wanna do today?" Kat asks me.
"Kat, you have tons of homework. And the doctor said to take it easy for the next week." I reply. Kat rolls her eyes and pulls out her textbooks while I go outside to make a phone call.
"Hello?" He answers.
"Louis! It worked! The surgery worked! She can walk again!" I whisper shout into the phone.
"Yippee!" Lou says.
"You guys should come down to Chicago! Like right now." I suggest.
"Ugh, Harry, we just got to London. I don't wanna!" Louis complains.
"Come on lou! Please? Just for me?" I plead.
"Fine. We're on our way." Louis says. "BOYS WE'RE GOING BACK TO CHICAGO!" He shouts to the rest of the boys. I can hear several "what?" And "why?"
"Thank you Lou. See ya tomorrow!" I hang up and go back inside. Kat is working on a history test. I decide to let her be alone so she can have peace and quiet. I open the door to the garage when Kat stops me.
"Where are you going?" She asks.
"I wanna leave so you can have peace and quiet." I say.
"No, stay with me!" She pleads. "I need help!" I sit down next to her.
"With what? History?" I ask.
"Yeah. Was women's suffrage in the 20th or the 21st amendment?" She asks.
"Honey, I'm from England. I don't know." I kiss her cheek.
"Oh yeah. I forgot." She says. I laugh. She laughs too and a strand of her long, luscious hair falls in front of her face. She pushes it away and keeps working. It won't be long until she's mine.

(A/N): heya guys! So I really wanna start writing a Zayn story. I don't know if I should be telling you guys this, but once I get 50 favorites on this story, I'll start with a Zayn love story. I'm afriad people who don't want me to write one will unfavorite now D: please don't do that. I love each and every one of you. Bye!

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