Where Have You Been All My Life? -A Harry Styles FanFiction

Kat has been through a tough month. She stood by and watched her mom being shot and her father abuses her every night. What happens when Kat runs away to her favorite park and sees someone's already there?

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7. A New Home

HARRYS POV

I picked up Kat and we headed back to my flat. I couldn't help the feeling of butterflies in my stomach whenever I looked at her and saw her staring back. She had stopped crying. Not that I'm complaining. It was fine when she was crying. I could hold her in my arms and she wouldn't question me, but then I realized she still didn't ask why I was still holding her. Maybe she liked me this close to her, maybe she was just too nice to tell me to put her down. I'll try to find out later. Right now, I just couldn't stand the silence anymore. So I asked her, "So." she looked up at me again and my heart took flight. She face was beautiful. "I want to get to know you a little more. Um. What's your favorite movie?" She smiled than looked down. I got upset that I couldn't see her face anymore, so I lifted up her chin why my finger. "Ok. Don't laugh, but it's Mean Girls. I am in love with that movie! I would watch it almost once a week with my mum before you know..." she started to get tears in her eyes again so I smiled at her, "Hey, don't get upset. it's okay. It's the past and just think about the present right now. And I'm not gonna laugh at you for loving Mean Girls. I love that movie too!" She just started laughing. Like really loud laughing. "I thought it was like a girls movie!?!?" she giggled. I thought to myself, why did I just say that? I hated that movie until now. I didn't even start liking that movie until she said she loved it. It's a girls movie. "I really, truly have no clue." She giggled again. By now we were in front of my flat and I started walking to the front door. She gasped in amazment (Sorry I don't know how to spell that.)

KATS POV 
His place was HUGE. I'm not even exaggerating. It was two stories high and was very long in length. I think he heard me gasp and he started chuckling. He probably knew I would do that. I'm not use to things like this. My home is two stories high, but it's not as grand as this. It has 3 bedrooms and two baths. His probably has 5 bedrooms and 5 baths! I sure was jealous, but then I realized why I was here and all my happiness escaped my body, which was soon replaced by depression. Harry saw that I looked sad again and had a confused look on his face. "Why are you sad again? I thought I said to not dwell on the past but keep your eyes on the present." I smiled at what he said, but I knew I was not going to forget my mothers death or my father abusing me, mentally and physically.

Harry brought me inside and I gasped again. I was right about the size of the flat. It was enormous. He let me down so I could look around. I felt like a little kid on Christmas Day. I ran to the kitchen and I thought it was the biggest one I've ever seen. He must love to cook if he has a kitchen this big. Harry walked up beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. For some reason, it didn't make me cringe, I actually didn't want him to pull away. He looked down at me and smiled. "Do you like it? I love to cook. I'm pretty good at it if I say so myself" He smirked at me.

We were then inturrupted by the front door opening. "HAZZAAAA! Fix me something to eat! I'm starr..." He walked around the corner and saw Harry and I. The boy had blonde, fluffy hair that was styled in a quif and had big blue eyes. The boy looked at us confused. "Who are you...?"

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