A loss for words

He heard my weakest calls, and still came.


14. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

I was in the middle of drying off in my towel when there was a knock on the door. Confused and startled, I walked over to the door and cracked it open, "Hello?" I spoke out. "Destiny, open up it's me." I heard Harry's deep voice coming form the other side of the door. I quickly opened up, and saw him standing their in a big jacket, and his head down. "Come in," I rushed out, motioning him in. I shut the door behind him, and he plopped down on the couch, letting out a sigh. I stood their, waiting for him to say something but all I got was a chuckle. "What is it?" asked him confused, "You gonna put clothes on?" He laughed. My face turned red and I hurried to my bedroom. 

I threw on some sweatpants and a tee-shirt and walked out to the living room. "I'm really embarrassed." I admitted to him, plopping down next to him on the couch. "Why's that?" He said, "I saw you in worse at the hospital." He told me, I shrugged my shoulders. "I thought you weren't coming till friday?" I asked him. "I was, but then I realized I have no other plans so I made a flight for wednesday, think of it as a surprise." He motioned his hands like fireworks and I giggled. "Well a notice would of been great." I told him. 

We sat on my couch for the next hour eating popcorn, and talking. We talked about his flight, and he asked me how I was doing. We talked about how well Em and Niall are hitting it off. It seemed to be going really nice, and then my phone went off. 

I grabbed my phone from the table and looked to see who was calling, Beth. I quickly answered. "Hello?" I heard a squeal through the phone, "Beth you alright?" I asked a bit worried. "Yes! I just got a promotion!" She yelled through the phone. I sat up, a bit shocked, and congratulated her. "But the only thing is, they asked me to come in today." She told me, "Right," I replied to her. "I hate to ask you to do this but, will you please come watch Tom?" She asked so kindly. "Of course! You know I will always help you, when do you go in?" I asked her, "At four, so I have to leave in ten minutes. Thank you so much Des." "Okay great, I'll be there in five, give or take, and hey, you're welcome." I told her, and the phone hung up. 

"Who was that?" Harry asked, "It was my friend, I have to go babysit, you can stay here and rest, I'll be ba-" He cut me off, "Nope, the only reason I came here was so I could make sure no crazy fans messed with you, I'm coming." He demanded, standing up fixing his shirt. "Alright then, but we do have to walk there, you okay with that?" He scoffed and then nodded. "Okay well I'm not changing so lets go," I grabbed my purse and walked out the door with Harry behind. 

"So who are we going to see?" He interrupted the silence. "My friend Beth, she has a son that I babysit now and again." I told him. Just as he was opening his mouth a group of three girls came up to me and stopped me, "Are you the girl who was with Harry?" I nodded slowly, and a chorus of squeals came from their mouths. "Are you really his friend?" "What is he like?" "What does he smell like?" The questions came flying at me, but before I could even reply Harry grabbed me, and started walking away from them "Leave her alone!" He shouted at the girls. I squirmed trying to get out of his grip.

"Harry!" I yelled at him. He stopped and let me go, "What the hell was that?" I questioned him, "I'm tired of you getting fucking harassed by crazy fans!" He flew his hands up. "Harry! They weren't harassing me! They were asking questions, you know because they care about you, and love you!" I shouted. He grunted, his face started to get mad. "They don't love me, they are fucking obsessed, and crazy! I mean did you not hear them! Asking what I smelt like, what kind of sick question is that!" I looked at him, sad, he of all people, doesn't understand anything.

"Harry, isn't love obsession? I mean, always craving that person to be with you, wanting to know everything about that person, no secrets, the truth. When you find someone you love those little things matter, how you smell, what you like to eat, if you put your pants on first of you shirt first. It matters. If love isn't being obsessed with that person, then to be honest I don't want it. I want the person I'm suppose to give my life up for to want to crave me, and want to know everything there is about me. I don't want them to not care, that is what love is." I said softly, and kind. Wanting him to understand. His face dropped, and he looked away, and started walking again. 


Harry's P.O.V

This whole time I thought of my fans as crazy, obsessed, hormonal teens. Wanting to know all these sick things about me, and not caring about me. But what Destiny has said to me is true, its so true. I'm so ashamed to of thought that. How could I ever think something bad about one of my fans? What is happening? 

We walked up to an old apartment building, with mold growing on the walls, broken windows, shouts, and barking coming from above. We walked up a rusted stair case, to an even more rusted door, about to fall off the hinges. Destiny took a key out of her bag and opened the door. She walked in, and threw her bag on the floor next to the door. I shut the door behind me and stood there, a bit out of place, waiting for someone to guide me. "Here! Tom, where are you?" Destiny shouted up a stair case that led to the upper part of the apartment. 

Moments later I heard a small laugh, and foot steps running down the stairs. A small boy, ginger, with freckles all across his cheeks. Destiny's face lit up when she saw him, and she opened her arms, as he flew in them. "Ms. Destiny!" He shouted, and laughed at her. "Hey bub, you alright?" She asked kindly towards him. He nodded eagerly, bitting on his shirt. 

Not much later, a girl about my age came rushing down the stairs, dressed in work attire. She was hot, brown hair being held up by a pencil. A tight white blouse, showing off her boobs, and a tight skirt, curving in all the right places. She was to hot, and way to young to be his mom. I'll just have to find out.

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