Back For You (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

"You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly"

Amber Tomlinson has lost everything. She's lost trust in others but most importantly in herself. She has found a new family, but she's not ready to let her guard down just yet, even though she feels completely safe around them. When she finds out their "secret" any trust she has in them disappears. Can she build a relationship with them again or will she forever feel lonely? He said he would always come back for her, so why should she be scared?


21. CHAPTER 20

Chapter 20:
It’s been three and a half months. I only had one week prayers were answered because I have actually been quite happy here. Uncle Matt has been so kind. Sure he has his outbreaks, mostly when he’s drunk, but usually his just a sarcastic guy who jokes around all the time. If he insults me I have to remind myself not to take it seriously because 99% of the time he’s just kidding. I don’t see him much during the day anyway because he is working, so I’ve had a lot of time to myself to just relax.
After talking to him about it for a while he drove me to Chicago and I got to visit Melissa, my best friend. It was nice having someone to talk with and eventually cry with. She had gone through a loss as well when my family passed away. My brother and she had been close friends for so long and he had asked her out just days before the accident. When it happened I had no one except for her, she was my shoulder to cry on. My support in a time of so much misery. I had only gotten to stay for a day, but that day meant the world to me. I promised I would return and visit her soon.
I woke up this morning fairly late. I went downstairs and got myself some breakfast and decided to vegetate on the couch for the rest of the day watching chic flicks. It had already gotten dark outside when I heard someone burst through the front door. I jumped but it was only Uncle Matt.
And he looked drunk.
“Hey, Amber! How ya doing?” he said stumbling over to the couch.
I switched off the TV, “Good, how about you.” I liked to entertain myself when he was in these situations. They never failed to amuse me.
“Well I was thinking actually.”
“Uh-oh that’s never good.”
“Oh hush you.”
I chuckled as he continued. “You’re supposed to go back to London in a week, but have you ever thought of staying?”
The thought had crossed my mind, but I never took it seriously. “Maybe, why?”
“Well, I think you’re better off here.”
“And why’ that?”
“First off, those boys don’t want you. I mean they’re famous. They’ve got better things to do than hang out with a teenage girl. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re just keeping you are for ‘fun’.”
I sharply breathed in.
“It’s not like th—,”
“That’s why I was able to get custody so quickly. I mean it’s not reasonable for you to stay with five teenage boys.”
I was at a loss for words.
“Remember when that one boy got put in the hospital?”
“How’d you know about that?”
“All over the news. And that’s what I’m talking about, they don’t want bad publicity from a child like you. You should just stay here!” he yelled getting a little too excited.
“I promised Louis I would go back.” I said quietly, but more to myself than to him.
“Well, let me ask you this. How many times have they contacted you since you’ve been here? Huh? Have they begged you to come back? No. Because they don’t want you back.”
I took his words harshly. They didn’t want me? What if they had been behind this whole thing? Sending me here just to get rid of me. I probably was a burden to them and their careers. Would they really do that? A voice deep down told me no, but I couldn’t hear it over all the insecurities jumbling through my brain.
I was such an idiot. I let her go away for four months without telling her how I felt. And who knows what could’ve happened in those four months. I wanted to call her so badly. To hear her voice and just let her know what’s been on my mind. But the doctor asked us not to. Asked us to leave her alone for the short amount of time she was there. If only he understood how hard that was for me.
We were all sat in the theater watching a movie that I didn’t understand and quite frankly wasn’t paying any attention to. It’s been so quiet without her around. Everyone seems to be in a bad mood especially Louis. Besides me he seems to be taking it the hardest and I don’t blame him, they are cousins. And he is so protective her.
I was woken from my thoughts by a vibration, I sat up and found that I was sitting on Louis’ phone.
“Louis your phone is ring—.” I stopped as I saw the picture on the screen. It was Amber.
Louis noticed my look, “Who is it Harry?” he got up quickly and grabbed the phone form my hands. As soon as he saw the name he answered it and walked out of the room. I tried to follow him, but Liam stopped me.
“Give him some time,” he said. “I’m sure she’ll want to talk to you as well.”
It felt like hours waiting for Louis to come back in but finally he did and it didn’t look good. His eyes were puffy and red, like he had been crying, which he rarely does.
“What’s the matter Lou?” asked Zayn standing up from his seat.
“She’s not coming back,” he replied breathlessly
“What?” Niall asked as shocked as the rest of us.
“She said she wants to stay with her uncle, she didn’t say why. But she said she’s not coming back,” tears began to form in his eyes.
Then something inside me snapped. My heart felt like it had been torn in two. I screamed flipping over the nearby couch and stormed out of the room.
How could she do this to us? To me? I wasn’t giving up on her that was for certain. She thinks she can get away so easily? I’m gonna show her she’s wrong.
I hung up the phone as the tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t stand the hurt in Louis’ voice, but I was doing the right thing wasn’t I? They needed to be happy and I knew they wouldn’t be with me there. They had been doing just fine without me, they won’t notice I’m even gone. So why is there a tugging feeling inside me to pick up the phone and call him back? I tried to suppress the urge knowing it would only be the selfish thing to do.
But shouldn’t I do something for myself. I was having the best time of my life with them and I just gave that all away. I did it for them, so that’s all that matters. I had ended up in the corner of my bedroom, huddled in a ball as my mind battled through my choices. I hiccupped as I tried to calm myself down, but no matter what I couldn’t. Sobs racked my chest as I let out shaky breaths.
Eventually I picked myself up and dragged myself over to my bed and got under the covers. It was the first time I had cried myself to sleep since I first arrived in London.
I screamed for help as I woke up in my bed dripping with sweat. My door swung open as someone walked in. I knew who I wanted it to be but also knew they were hours away.
“What wrong?” Uncle Matt asked frantically, obviously still drunk.
“I, um, just had a nightmare,” I replied breathing heavily.
“Oh, well next time don’t scream so loud,” he said angrily as he rushed out of my room, shutting the door closing me in the dark.
I sat up in bed, as I cried once more. I wanted him here, like he was that one night. I needed him more than I had realized before. I couldn’t bear any longer without him. But I would have to.
After much struggle I put myself back to sleep and woke to the morning light seeping through my window. I got up and went to the bathroom, I took a long, hot shower to calm my nerves, dressed in my black leggings and an oversized green sweatshirt with white print. I sat carefully back on my bed. Water slowly dripped from my hair, dampening my sweatshirt even more from the tears that continued to fall.
I forced myself to stand and made my way over to the window. I looked slightly cloudy outside. The sun was hidden, but its soft rays shone down from the sky, illuminating the trees around my uncle’s neighborhood. I let my eyes fall to the windowsill as I attempted to blink the tears away, since they were clouding my vision, just like the clouds were covering the sun.
When I looked up I saw something out of the corner of my eye across the street. Just the sight of it flushed all my sorrow away. He had come.

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