My Saviour
Chapter 24
Harry’s P.O.V
My gate buzzer went off and I walked into the kitchen to answer it.
“Who is it?” I spoke into the piece of metal which controls whether people get into my house.
“Kylie.” Her heavenly voice came through the speaker and I smiled at the sound of her voice alone.
“Come in,” I replied, pressing the button which opens the side gate for people to walk in. I watched as she walked up the path with her bag attached to her side, her uniform, which used to be a perfect fit, is now huge on her tiny body. She got to the door and I ran into the living room and opened it. “Hey gorgeous,” I kissed her as she came in. “How was work?”
“Okay I guess, its work.” She shrugged and I had a feeling there was something that she wasn’t telling me but I decided to leave it and just talk about something else.
“I’m going to a club with Louis, Liam and Niall later, do you wanna come?” I asked her. She thought for a minute and then shook her head.
“I can’t, I’ve got work at 8 in the morning.” She sighed.
“I’ll take you home now so you can get some stuff and then you can stay here tonight and I’ll take you into work tomorrow, we won’t stay out late and you don’t have to drink much.” I reasoned.
“Fine, but I’ll get the tube to work.” She replied and it was my turn to shake my head.
“It’s on my way to work, I’ll drop you off.”
“No Harry, I’m not your charity case, I don’t need you to be my personal taxi.” She made herself clear. What has gotten into her? She wasn’t like this when I left her apartment yesterday. Maybe it’s because I left her apartment. I don’t know, girls are complicated, I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand them, even growing up with a sister. I picked up my car keys and gave them to her.
“You can drive if you like,” I put my shoes on and she nodded. We left the house and she locked the door before going to the car. “What happened at work today? Why aren’t you speaking to me?” I questioned her after 10 minutes of silence.
“Sarah told me that I can’t keep working there if our relationship is going to get in the way after some girls refused to be served by me.” She finally confessed, sighing.
“Maybe it would be better if you didn’t work there, its dangerous babe. Your dad knows you work there. I doubt he’s given up trying to find you so maybe it would be good for you to get out of there and get a job somewhere else.” I reasoned.
“No one wants me working for them Harry. I’m a high school dropout. No one wants one of them working for them. I barely got my job at Frankie and Benny’s so I have no chance of getting a job anywhere else.” Kylie said and it was my turn to sigh as she turned into Acton. “Plus, no matter where I work there are going to be people who hate me. I may as well just get over it.” I had no idea what to say to console her and luckily didn’t have to as she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment block. She turned the car off and passed the keys to me before getting out and walking towards the door. She opened it and waited for me to catch up, then made a beeline for the elevator. She pressed the button and watched intently as the doors opened. I followed after her and she pressed the button, taking us up to the eleventh floor. The ride up was silent and she only spoke as the doors opened. “I was thinking about dying my hair, making me less recognisable.” We walked to the door to her apartment and she unlocked it.
“What colour?”
“I’m thinking brown, maybe blonde.” She shrugged, dumping her bag in the doorway.
“Go brunette, not blonde.” I said and she nodded.
“Mental note made.” She smiled and walked into her bedroom. I sat down on the couch and looked around. This place is small and empty, but once she’s lived here for a while, it will become more homelike. I’m not looking forward to tour because I’m going to be away from her but I don’t really have a choice. It’s my job, I have to do it. Just like she occasionally has to work late, I have to tour. Well maybe more drastic than that, but it is my job. “Which one?” Kylie walked into the living room holding two dresses. One was black with cut-outs down the side and the other was pink at the top and black at the bottom.
“Which one do you look better in?” I questioned and she laughed.
“This one,” she moved the black one with cut-outs.
“Then wear the other one.” I said and she looked confused.
“Why?”
“Because I want you all to myself, I don’t want about 10 other men drooling over you. Plus, I don’t care what you wear, you look gorgeous anyways.” I decided to use my charm and she just laughed, shaking her head.
“Flattery will get you very far in life Styles.” She winked and walked back into her bedroom. After about 15 minutes, I went into her room and sat on her bed as she put her make-up on.
“You don’t need all that.” I said and she disagreed with me. “I’m serious Ky, you don’t need it.” I sighed.
“Yes I do Harry, my skin is terrible, I’ve got spots, I need it.” She argued with me.
“I don’t care if you’ve got spots. I like you with or without spots.” I went over to her and started massaging her shoulders.
“That feels so good.” She commented.
“Good, now hurry up.” I rushed her, eager to go out.
“Alright, alright, patience,” She giggled, turning to kiss me quickly before going back to her make-up.
My gate buzzer went off and I walked into the kitchen to answer it.
“Who is it?” I spoke into the piece of metal which controls whether people get into my house.
“Kylie.” Her heavenly voice came through the speaker and I smiled at the sound of her voice alone.
“Come in,” I replied, pressing the button which opens the side gate for people to walk in. I watched as she walked up the path with her bag attached to her side, her uniform, which used to be a perfect fit, is now huge on her tiny body. She got to the door and I ran into the living room and opened it. “Hey gorgeous,” I kissed her as she came in. “How was work?”
“Okay I guess, its work.” She shrugged and I had a feeling there was something that she wasn’t telling me but I decided to leave it and just talk about something else.
“I’m going to a club with Louis, Liam and Niall later, do you wanna come?” I asked her. She thought for a minute and then shook her head.
“I can’t, I’ve got work at 8 in the morning.” She sighed.
“I’ll take you home now so you can get some stuff and then you can stay here tonight and I’ll take you into work tomorrow, we won’t stay out late and you don’t have to drink much.” I reasoned.
“Fine, but I’ll get the tube to work.” She replied and it was my turn to shake my head.
“It’s on my way to work, I’ll drop you off.”
“No Harry, I’m not your charity case, I don’t need you to be my personal taxi.” She made herself clear. What has gotten into her? She wasn’t like this when I left her apartment yesterday. Maybe it’s because I left her apartment. I don’t know, girls are complicated, I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand them, even growing up with a sister. I picked up my car keys and gave them to her.
“You can drive if you like,” I put my shoes on and she nodded. We left the house and she locked the door before going to the car. “What happened at work today? Why aren’t you speaking to me?” I questioned her after 10 minutes of silence.
“Sarah told me that I can’t keep working there if our relationship is going to get in the way after some girls refused to be served by me.” She finally confessed, sighing.
“Maybe it would be better if you didn’t work there, its dangerous babe. Your dad knows you work there. I doubt he’s given up trying to find you so maybe it would be good for you to get out of there and get a job somewhere else.” I reasoned.
“No one wants me working for them Harry. I’m a high school dropout. No one wants one of them working for them. I barely got my job at Frankie and Benny’s so I have no chance of getting a job anywhere else.” Kylie said and it was my turn to sigh as she turned into Acton. “Plus, no matter where I work there are going to be people who hate me. I may as well just get over it.” I had no idea what to say to console her and luckily didn’t have to as she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment block. She turned the car off and passed the keys to me before getting out and walking towards the door. She opened it and waited for me to catch up, then made a beeline for the elevator. She pressed the button and watched intently as the doors opened. I followed after her and she pressed the button, taking us up to the eleventh floor. The ride up was silent and she only spoke as the doors opened. “I was thinking about dying my hair, making me less recognisable.” We walked to the door to her apartment and she unlocked it.
“What colour?”
“I’m thinking brown, maybe blonde.” She shrugged, dumping her bag in the doorway.
“Go brunette, not blonde.” I said and she nodded.
“Mental note made.” She smiled and walked into her bedroom. I sat down on the couch and looked around. This place is small and empty, but once she’s lived here for a while, it will become more homelike. I’m not looking forward to tour because I’m going to be away from her but I don’t really have a choice. It’s my job, I have to do it. Just like she occasionally has to work late, I have to tour. Well maybe more drastic than that, but it is my job. “Which one?” Kylie walked into the living room holding two dresses. One was black with cut-outs down the side and the other was pink at the top and black at the bottom.
“Which one do you look better in?” I questioned and she laughed.
“This one,” she moved the black one with cut-outs.
“Then wear the other one.” I said and she looked confused.
“Why?”
“Because I want you all to myself, I don’t want about 10 other men drooling over you. Plus, I don’t care what you wear, you look gorgeous anyways.” I decided to use my charm and she just laughed, shaking her head.
“Flattery will get you very far in life Styles.” She winked and walked back into her bedroom. After about 15 minutes, I went into her room and sat on her bed as she put her make-up on.
“You don’t need all that.” I said and she disagreed with me. “I’m serious Ky, you don’t need it.” I sighed.
“Yes I do Harry, my skin is terrible, I’ve got spots, I need it.” She argued with me.
“I don’t care if you’ve got spots. I like you with or without spots.” I went over to her and started massaging her shoulders.
“That feels so good.” She commented.
“Good, now hurry up.” I rushed her, eager to go out.
“Alright, alright, patience,” She giggled, turning to kiss me quickly before going back to her make-up.
Notes
I actually wrote a lot of this today and some more of the next chapter, I have so much motivation to write today. I hope you like it. Any suggestions for what should happen next?
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2/12/16