Harry

"Alright here are your keys and if you find that anything is not up to your standard, please do not hesitate to let us know," I spoke as kind as I could, today was not a good day.

First, it was Sunday, I never work on Sundays. I hadn't eaten anything and it was almost three in the afternoon. For some reason, my alarm didn't go off and I was almost ten minutes late to work. Luckily one of the guys I worked with covered for me.

"Styles!" My boss's son came into the office where I was helping my customer. "I need you to stay for another hour and change the oil on those two cars outside." He demanded.

Fighting with Liam was a waste of time, he'd tell his daddy on you and get you fired. "Sure no problem." He walked away and I sighed in frustration. My mentality right now scared me deeply. I had the need to drink for the first time in a while.

The last few days have been stressful. My homework had begun to pile up, and my work schedule was hectic. At times like this, I would be sitting in a bar getting hammered. It took everything in me not to tell Liam to fuck off and go to a random bar and drink until I blacked out.

I finished what I needed to do before I could get on my bike and get home. Home, where Louis had half of the kitchen filled with bottles of alcohol. I couldn't go there. I couldn't go to the library because it was closed. I smiled at the thought of Jane sitting at her front desk checking out books, or how she reached the top shelves and her shirt would ride up just slightly enough to show her soft skin.

I needed to see her.

I knew she would give me the strength not to do something stupid, so I took a sharp left on my bike towards her house and pulled up in the front. Her car was parked in front and the hood was up. I had changed out of my uniform before I left but still smelled like a car. I walked up to her driveway and noticed who was standing by the car wasn't Jane.

"Oh, hello sir." Jane's dad looked over and gave me a smile.

"How's it going son, you look terrible." He said almost worried. "You alright?"  I couldn't explain exactly what was wrong with me to my girlfriend's dad, but I gave him a short version of it that didn't give away my alcohol problem.

"I'm having a pretty bad day, just needed to see Jane," I said awkwardly.

He nodded. "Well, she's out getting groceries for Sunday dinner with her mom. But hey, you're welcome to hang out." He offered. "Are you hungry, you seriously look like crap, no offense." At that moment my stomach growled and he laughed grabbing a towel to clean his hands. "Come on, I'll make us a couple of sandwiches." I agreed walking inside behind him.

He washed his hands and began making me some lunch. He made small talk and explained that Jane's car was making a weird noise.

"It could be the front axle or a loose serpentine belt," I said after taking my first bite. "I could look at it if you'd like?"

Jane's dad was nothing like my own father. Desmond was a crook and an abuser. He had died when I was a kid, but I didn't know much of him since he was a stranger in my life. An abusive man who drank too much was all I knew.

"Well, that would save me the trouble of taking it to a damn shop." He chuckled walking back over to the refrigerator and pulled out some cans of soda. "What do you drink Harry, we have anything but beer." He joked. I gulped at how his small joke was a good thing for me.

"Whatever you're having sir." He handed me a ginger ale and I accepted it.

After we ate, he and I went back out to see the problem with the car. I turned it on and sure enough, it was the belt. Luckily it wasn't ripped. He began telling me how he had an old truck he was trying to restore as a hobby but he wasn't too sure where to start. "I used to be good with cars, but I lost my edge over the years. Kids do that to you, and besides, I prefer working as a contractor."

I pulled the belt out checking it and looked over at him. "I thought you worked in the library?"

He shook his head. "I did, for a while, but about a three years ago we had some trouble with the bills, you know everybody forgets what a library is. So a good friend of mine helped me get my license and now I work at his company. Recently we've been doing a whole lot better, ever since Jane started working there. She came up with a bunch of programs, and ways to help people and bring in extra money so we can stay open."

I smiled leaning over the car to look around in case I missed anything. "She's really smart, it's one of my favorite things about her."

"Yeah, she's the reason her mother and I have a retirement fund, savings account. She worries too much about our future, but that girl can't figure out what to do with her life." He chuckled.

After I fixed the problem I turned the car on and it sounded normal again. Jane's dad, who insisted I call him Charles, showed me the small truck he had parked in his garage. The door was open when Jane arrived with her mom.

She came into view holding a bunch of those reusable bags. When she noticed me she smiled awkwardly. "Hey Harry, what are you doing here?" I set down the tools walking over to help her take the bags inside.

"Came looking for you, but stayed to help your dad." I helped her take the bags through the door into her house, her mother came in a few minutes later and waved to me.

"Harry, Charles said you fixed Jane's car." Jane looked at me giving me a look of appreciation. That cute little face she makes when she wants to kiss me.

"Yeah, it was nothing." I suddenly became very aware of how shy I felt. I didn't do it for extra brownie points, I just wanted to have her safe.

Janes's mom walked over putting her arm on my shoulder. "Would you like to stay for dinner, we're grilling up some steaks and sweet pea is going to make her world-famous salad." I laughed at Jane's nickname and she rolled her eyes.

"It's just a salad, but it is really good." Jane shrugged. "Can you tell dad he has to clean the grill before we can use it." She told her mom putting away the groceries. Jane's mom grabbed a handful of grapes Jane was putting away and walked back towards the garage. Jane looked over at me and giggled. "So you fixed my car?" The way she spoke gave me butterflies in my belly.

"Yeah," I said bashfully. She closed the door to her pantry, playfully walking over reaching up to kiss my neck. "I stink," I warned her.

"Kinda, but I don't care." She kissed me again right in the space between my jawline and neck. I got goosebumps down my body as she did it again making me groan. "You don't like it when I kiss you here?" She did it once more, teasing me.

I put my hand on either side of her face and shook my head. "I like it too much, that's the problem." I pecked her lips and she let go of me walking around to the other side of the kitchen.

"So are you staying for dinner?" She asked looking for something in the drawer. I nodded looking down at my stained shirt from working on her car. "I have your shirt in my room if you want to change, you can freshen up too." She took my hand and we walked back to her room. I had noticed it was a lot brighter in here than the last time. Her blinds were opened up letting in the sun but you couldn't see outside.  I could see everything on her walls more clearly. She walked to her dresser and pulled out the same shirt I had let her borrow the night she fell asleep at my house. I walked into the small bathroom across her room and washed my face. Jane sat on her bed when I came back. I took off my shirt and looked around for the new one.

"Where is it?" She moved her eyes from my torso up to my eyes and pointed to the top of her dresser. I smirked as she blushed, knowing I caught her checking me out. "What were you looking at?"

She shook her head looking away. I decided to tease her, closing the door, I got closer to her making her giggle. "You have a lot of tattoos, I was just looking at them." I raised an eyebrow leaning down to kiss her, instantly she started kissing me back. Her lips are so soft and full, the definition of kissable lips. She had no idea how much I wanted to kiss her and touch her all the time.

Suddenly she pulled me closer, causing me to fall on top of her. She put her arms around my neck opening her mouth. Her tongue sent me into a frenzy. I went to grab her leg to wrap around my waist, but she had beat me to it. I kissed her neck gently nipping at the sensitive skin, before she pulled me back kissing me again, moaning into the kiss causing me to feel something in my pants. I pulled away and shook my head. "We should stop, your parents are in the house." She let out a soft whine and nodded.

"Sorry, I got excited." Truthfully so did I and I knew if her parents weren't home I would have done anything she wanted me to do. I put the shirt on and we went back out to the kitchen.

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After a really amazing dinner, I felt better but I knew that I still had a lot of homework to do. I dried dishes while Jane washed.

Her family was so pleasant to be around and it made me happy to see such a normal loving family. It was like they never ran out of things to talk about. I noticed Jane was putting her hair up making me gasp. "Baby, I gave you a hickey," I whispered, afraid that her parents could hear us in the next room. She put her hand on her neck and gasped running over to the toaster. A small little lovebite had begun forming on the side of her neck where I may have sucked on when we had our small makeout session in her room. You couldn't see it when her hair was down, or not I'm sure her mom would have said something.

"Oh god." She put her hair down and gave me a look. "I'm going to get you back for this," I smirked at her, causing her to playfully swat my arm. "That's not what I mean." When we were done we hung out in her room. She asked me I had homework and I sheepishly told her how behind I was. "Harry, I can help you get organized. I don't want you to fail." Something about her saying that hit me in my cold heart and I felt it restart for the first time in a long time. "Here let's see your assignments." She pulled out her computer helping me get organized as she wrote down a schedule for me. "We can work on this together, okay?" She stroked my cheek.

"Okay." I think I'm really falling for her.

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Thanks for reading. Xx

-k