14 . Grown Men Cry

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When I cry, it hurts. When I see others cry, especially the ones who I care about and don't deserve it hurt even more. Seeing Harry cry for the first time about how messed up his life is felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. I thought I was trapped and that my life was messed up, but Harry's tops mine. Sure I lost my parents, but at least I know they loved me. Harry on the other hand has parents who are living out there, but either hate him or don't want to see him. He's trapped in a career that if he tries to end it, it's pretty much like holding a gun to your head. Whoever that David guy is, if I seen him on the streets he would receive my filthiest look and I wouldn't hesitate to stick my foot out if he walked by me.

"Are you sure you're alright Harry?" I already know the answer, but I thought I'd ask anyway.

"Yeah, I'm just a big sook. See what you do to me Ella? I haven't cried in years, since I was a young boy even. I only met you a week ago and I just cried infront of you." A puzzled look is plastered on his face. He smiles down at me and takes my hand in his. "I really trust you Ella and I care for you. I just want you to know that."

"I care you you and trust you too Harry." I lean forward and hug him. His broad shoulders are so comfortable and warm to cuddle into. He's like a giant teddy bear, but so much warmer and comforting.

"Shall we continue to play?" Harry wiggles his eyebrows up and down.

"Sure."

*

We have played the game for almost an hour now. Time has just flown by and we haven't even eaten or watched a movie yet.

"I have two questions left to ask you Miss Jackson and you have one left to ask me." Harry taps his chin, thinking of something important. "I think I'll save my two questions for the future, they might come in handy."

"Well then, I'll save my one question." I cross my arms over my chest. "This doesn't count as it, but what do you want for tea? I'm starving."

"I was going to say pizza, but memories from earlier on in the night kind of made me lose my pizza appetite." Harry chuckles and stands to his feet, holding out his hands. I grab onto his hands with my own and he lurches me up off of the lounge so that I'm standing too. "Do you have pastry?"

"Yes."

"Meat?"

"Brought it last night and froze it so yes." I nod my head.

"Cheese?"

"Yes Harry."

"That settles it." He claps his hands together and grins happily. "You Miss Jackson are about to try Harry Styles famous lasagne."

"You're going to cook. For me. In my house?"

"If that's alright with you?" He questions.

"Harry, that's more than alright!" I squeal like a little girl.

"Alright then, you go keep yourself occupied and I'll call you when I'm done." Harry smirks, shewing me out of my own kitchen.

"Alright Harold, I'll go fetch some dvd's, give me a yell if you can't find any ingredients." I send him a toothy grin before exiting my kitchen and go on my way to find a movie to watch.

*

In movies you usually smell the delicious food from all locations of the house and because you're so hungry your mouth waters from the scent alone.

Well it's not like any of those movies right now.

Instead all I smell is burnt charcoal. I can hear my fire alarm going off and pots crashing around everywhere. I sigh, getting up from my comfortable spot on the lounge and going into the kitchen to help Harry. I've had my laughter and fun listening to him struggle, but now I think it's time I should go and help him before he burns the building down.

"I don't need your help or you to make fun of me." Harry says as soon as I come into the kitchen. A couple of strands of black hair has fallen on his forehead and I can see little beds of sweat across his forehead under the daunting light.

"I'm not here to make fun of you. I'm here to make sure my apartment is still existent by sunrise." I hold back my smirk and grab a cloth from under the skin and throw it back and forth under the fire alarm to stop the loud ringing noise.

"Need a little help there?" Harry smirks as he watches me struggle to reach the top of the sealing where the fire alarm is.

"I'm fine Harry, just keep putting out the flame."

"But I really think you need some help."

"Harry for fucks sake, put out the fucking fire in my fucking oven!" I yell, not caring how many neighbours I wake up.

"So she does swear." He chuckles. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but did I hear the word fucking being used twice?"

"Harry, I swear to god if you don't put out that flame-"

"Don't swear to God Elouise." He says in a serious tone with a hint of sarcasm. "He ain't going to help you." He chuckles and opens my pantry, retrieving the fire extinguisher.

Whilst Harry puts out the flame, I manage to reach the fire alarm with the tea towel I'm holding and shut the alarm up.

"Harry you can stop spraying my oven now, the fired out and-" I'm cut off by Harry pointing the fire extinguisher in my direction and before I can scream or run away, my body is covered in freezing cold white stuff. And for all the dirty minded people, it's not that kind.

"Nope, now I can stop." He smiles proudly and shoves the extinguisher back in the spot he got it from without wrapping it back up or wiping off the excess powder.

"Harry!" I shriek, waving my hands in the air like a psycho woman. "You - this - I can't - ugh." I storm off into my bedroom, trying my best not to leave a white trail just like the Easter bunny use to.

"Ella." I hear Harry call me but I just ignore him. "I'm sorry, it was just a joke. It was funny at the time." I hear him knock on my door as I turn the shower on. "Please open the door, I want to apologise."

"Go away Harry, just leave." I huff, undressing myself and placing my dirty clothes in the bathtub, turning the water on to wash off all the fire extinguisher substance before I even dare to put them clothes in my cheap washing machine which is likely to break very soon.

"Whatever." He kicks my door like a three year old and I hear heavy footsteps stomp away from my door. There's a good chance he's leaving and that's a good thing because I want to blast his head off for destroying my oven, wasting my fire extinguisher, making my alarm go off and having me deal with grumpy neighbours for the next week, soaking me in the disgusting powder, destroying my clothes and lastly ruining my night by putting me in a bad mood.

*

When I'm powder free (trust me that stuff is hard to get out of your nose) and all cleaned up, I put my pyjamas on, blow dry my hair off and walk back outside my room into the kitchen. What I didn't expect to see was Harry standing behind the counter with a scrubbing brush in hand, scrubbing at my oven to get rid of the burnt excess.

"What are you doing?" I ask calmly. As mad as I am at him right now, I can see that he's only trying to help.

"Don't worry I folded the extinguisher up and put it back where it belongs. I'm trying my best to get your oven back in its original form, but I seem to be making it worse. This thing is made of plastic Ella, whoever sold this to you fooled you big time into thinking it was conventional."

"I didn't buy the oven from someone Harry." I walk towards it, examining its state. "I brought this apartment with everything already in it."

"That explains the terrible choice in that thing you call a lounge. My goodness I've never seen something so ugly in my life."

"Except the lounge and a couple of kitchen utensils!" I defend myself. "Excuse me Harry, but I love that lounge. It was my grandparents lounge."

"Oh..." Harry's face turns to a rosy colour. "I'm sorry." He plays with his bottom lip, pulling it between his forefinger and thumb.

"It's fine. Everything in this apartment is a joke anyway." I walk to the pantry, not being able to help my ocd self and take the badly folded fire extinguisher out.

"Hey, I already folded that." Harry looks offended.

"Sorry Harry, but your folding skills are terrible." I begin to unfold it properly when Harry turns his back. I get an evil idea inside my head that I just can't ignore. "Hey Harry." I call him, waiting for him to turn around. Bullseye.

"Fuck you Ella." A very white in white Harry lunges forward towards me and I try to run, but am cornered into the corner of the kitchen, unable to escape anywhere. "You should've thought your plan out better before you decided to do that." I can see his smirk even under the powdery substance.

"Harry please don't. I was getting you back. We're even now. Come on, I already had to shower for the thousandth time today, please don't."

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't." He takes another step forward. If I wasn't scared for my life right now, u would be peeing my pants with laughter at how ridiculous Harry looks right now, covered in fire extinguisher powder.

"Well, for starters you've done enough to cause me havoc. Firstly destroying my oven, wasting my fire extinguisher, making my alarm go off and having me deal with grumpy neighbours for the next week, soaking me in the disgusting powder, destroying my clothes and lastly ruining my night by putting me in a bad mood."

"Awww poor Ella, would you like a hug? That might make you feel better." Harry takes another daring step towards me.

"I swear, if you take one more step Styles."

"And what if I do?"

"Let's just say you may have troubles conceiving children."

"No!" He steps back in shock, covering his prized possession. "Got to protect the baby maker." He moves aside and let's me pass him.

"That's what I thought." I grin. "Now, I'm sure you already know your way around my bedroom. I'll go wash your clothes, again."

"Thanks El." He smiles at me. My heart buckles at the use of the last word. I love it when he calls me El. It sounds perfect coming from his lips. His smile as well. It wasn't a cocky smirk like it usually is. It was a real, genuine smile.

"No worries Haz."

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