Saved (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 21

Two weeks. It's only been two weeks since I've seen him. We talk almost everyday but it's just not the same.

He didn't call me yesterday nor has he called today. I don't want to call him because I might bother him. He usually has a good reason for not calling.

"Leah?", my dad calls from downstairs, interrupting my train of thought. I uncross my legs and get off of my bed. I open my bedroom door. "What?", I call back.

I'm glad my dad is home more but he continues to make me do all the errands for him. I think he's trying to get my mind off Harry.

"Come here please", he calls. I walk down the stairs towards him. "Hmm?", I hum, when I reach him.

"Can you go pick me up some milk? We're out", he looks at me. It takes everything I have not to role my eyes. "Okay dad", I say sarcastically. He can do it on his own. I have no desire to go pick up milk for him.

I get why he's doing it. He can't comfort me about Harry so he's making me do things to keep my mind off of him. Well, it isn't working.

"Stop being so sarcastic and go", he throws me my keys. They fall to the ground. He crosses his arms over his chest. "Leah", he says firmly.

I bend over to pick up the keys. I rattle them a little just to piss him off more. He glares at me. "I'm trying to help you Leah", he says. "Dad, making me go buy you milk doesn't take my mind off of him. Hate to break it to you", I shrug my shoulders. I need to stop before he gets really angry.

"Leah just go get the fucking milk!", he slams his hand on the counter. I jump. I shouldn't have pushed him. "Okay", I mumble. I turn on my heel and walk towards the door.

The cool air makes goosebumps pop up under my skin. I close the door behind me, making sure not to slam it.

When I start the car, the warm air rushes out of the vents. I exhale. I take my phone out of my back pocket to check if I've received anything from Harry. Nothing.

The grocery store is not even a mile away, so I get there quickly. I hop out of my car and walk towards the entrance. It's even colder in here then it is outside. I rub my hands together.

I walk towards the refrigerated section and grab a carton of fat free milk. I look at it. I think this is the one we get. I really don't know.

Someone taps me on the shoulder. I tense. For a millisecond I think it's Harry. But of course it's not.

It's Niall. "Hey", he smiles. "Hi", I say awkwardly. I clear my throat. I like Niall but I really don't feel like speaking to him at the moment.

"How are you doing?", his eyebrows crease together. "Since he left", he continues. I stare at him blankly for a moment. "Um okay I guess", I mumble. I just want to go buy this stupid milk and go home.

"It sucks. It's weird not having him around", he puts his hand on my shoulder. He removes his hand when he notices my uncomfortable stare. He's not doing anything wrong, I just want to go home.

He crosses his arms over his chest. I tuck the milk under my arm. "How about you come to a party tonight? Maybe it'll make you feel better?", he suggests. I twist Harry's ring on my finger.

Honestly, a party will actually just make things worse. "Maybe", I shrug my shoulders. I don't want to get into this right now.

"Just think about it", he smiles. Niall really is a sweet guy. I feel like now is the time I can walk away. "I will", I say, forcing a smile.

He pauses for a moment before pulling me against him. Oh. It's an awkward hug and I almost drop the milk that's tucked under my arm.

I pull away, blushing slightly. I just feel so clumsy. "See you later, maybe?", he raises his eyebrows. "Maybe", I say again. He laughs. He's got a wonderful laugh. I can't help but smile. A real smile..