Krystal P.O.V

"Krystal!!" I heard Harry call.

"Yeah?" I asked as I opened my bedroom door.

"Are you sick?" he asked.

"No I'm fine" I replied "what's it that you wanted?" I asked shortly.

"I forgot" he said, I turned around going back to bed and hugging Lilly, aka my Teddy.

"You have a unique taste here" he said his voice tone wrapped with offensive sarcasm.

I turned around, not letting go of Lilly, to see him looking around my room.

I rolled my eyes laying back comfortably on my bed.

I wasn't looking for any romantic story or even friendship, I just wanted to do this before its too late, I wanted to do something that wouldn't make me feel so empty. I really didn't do this to have my celebrity crush treat me like this, he can't bear me for God's sake. I was emerged into my thoughts when I heard the sound of glass shatter on the floor.

My heart beats fastened at what I expected to be broken, no, I don't want this to happen. Not my favourite memory.

I got off my bed and looked at the floor, and that was what I feared, I feared that what I expected was true, and unfortunately it was.

I rushed off my bed quickly "sorry" Harry said.

It wasn't even sincere!!

I rushed my footsteps as I kneeled down, my heart felt hurt seeing the or-gamy stars jar that Woody and Maria made me shattered on the floor.

I felt angry, I really did. But still, I could not just shout at Harry's face and kick him out of the room as I would've done to anyone else.

I started separating the colorful stars and the glass "don't do this, you may get hurt" I heard him say while I was looking down not able to look up, because if I did, I think I might explode. "You don't care" I blurt out not sparing a glance as I proceeded what I was doing.

"I will do it,---" I cut him off "no need" I said still not looking at him.

He then started collecting the glass with me when I injured my finger, as soon as I felt it I hissed in pain.

Harry caught my hands "I told you, you will hurt yourself" he said almost scolding me while staring attentively at my bleeding finger. I pulled my hand away standing up "leave it, I will take care of this. Don't hurt yourself as well" I said still not able to look at him.

I quickly exited the room walking to the kitchen, I could feel that my tears were soon to fall after collecting in my eyes.

I quickly wiped my eyes and took the broom going back to my room.

"I will do it, I broke it in the first place" he said trying to take the broom from me. "I said no need, it's fine" I said pulling it, trying to make him let go.

He didn't "I said I can do it" he repeated, I felt my breath heavy and my heart racing faster, I was soon to loose control.

"No need" I repeated trying to say it calmly.

"I said I will" he repeated for the third time using more strength to take the broom out of my hands. "NO NEED HARRY!! I SAID YOU DON'T CARE!! I CAN TAKE CARE OF THIS!!" I shouted, I knew it, I knew I was soon to loose control.

The whole time I could not look at him, and I'm glad I didn't. His hands weakened around the broom stick, astonished I bet, as I pulled it from him and started to clean the mess.

A voice was screaming inside me telling me to apologize and act like my creepy old self, but I couldn't do anything. My vision was getting blurry as tears started to fill in "I'm sorry about this" he said, I didn't reply, I couldn't say a word.

"I said I'm sorry" he repeated "it's fine" I said, but my voice came out cracked as tears rolled down.

"Are you crying?" He asked coming closer, I didn't reply and just resumed cleaning up.

"Hey" he called again, almost at the same instant as uncontainable sniff escaped my nose. "Here" Harry said handing me a tissue, I continued cleaning ignoring him.

"Hey, here" he repeated.

"It's okay, I'm fine" I said, and again my voice came out cracked.

"Why are you crying on such silly things, you can buy this anywhere for less than $5" he said.

That's when the red line was passed, I felt angrier, I felt extremely irritated. "I told you, you don't even care, you didn't even ask where and when or who gave me this" I said.

"But you know what, you are right. It's just an or-gamy jar, a useless object to a wealthy famous person like you" I said throwing the broom roughly to the floor.

"I didn't mean it like that" he defended himself. "Of course you didn't, it's fine" I said smiling hurtfully at him, looking deep into his green eyes with my wet ones. "Stop! " He ordered "Stop what?" I asked looking at him, deeper with the smile not leaving my face.

But tears were uncontrollably still rolling down.

"Stop doing this" he repeated again.

"Should I repeat my question again too since you've been repeating things too much as well, Styles?" I asked.

"Stop smiling when you are hurt and crying. Stop doing this" he said as tears streamed down my cheeks faster. "I'm afraid I can't do that" I refused with such pretext.

"I am sorry" he said, again, I stopped counting already, cause it was useless.

But this time, only now it felt a bit sincere.

"Harry, it's okay. You don't care about it, you are cognizant of that more than I am. No need to act it up. I don't need your apology. It won't get the jar fixed back would it?" I said aware of what I'm saying yet not liking how it sounded.

"No" he muttered. I let out a fake short laugh "forget it! Go look for something to eat! Aren't you hungry? Maybe that was what you forgot for sure! I mean you won't knock on my door unless you need something right? Or you didn't knock." I said.

"No----" he said before I cut him off saying "let's go cook you something!" I said going to the kitchen and leaving him behind as my tears went down heavily.

That hurts, it really does.

I heard his footsteps behind me as I fast walked to the kitchen taking out the needed ingredients. I began washing the vegetables at the sink as I felt him behind me, I tried to cry as quietly as possible.

An uncontainable sniff escaped my nose as I cursed myself under my breath wiping my tears with the back of my hand.

"Let me do it" he said coming closer to me, attempting to take the vegetables bowl.

"I can, you go rest there while I finish" I said hiccuping against my well.

"Okay, I will help you then" he said,

I gave no reply. I took a knife taking the bowl of vegetables and started cutting.

I took another loud deep breath, still my tears not-stopping, as I took out the pan.

It was dead silence threw out the whole kitchen, the only thing that could be heard was my hiccups and sniffs.

I felt Harry glance at me every once in a while, handing me a tissue from time to time.

I felt even worse that it's the Harry Styles seeing me like this, it feels like shit. Shortly we were done as I took a plate to the table, Harry followed behind with the other.

We took our seats as I scanned the table "where are the spoons?" I asked in a weak voice, bet my eyes are already puffy.

"Oh! Sorry! One second" he said getting up hurriedly walking to the kitchen.

I looked at him puzzled, since when did he care that much? The reply should likely be 'you go get them' or the like.

"Here!" He said in an excited tone, since when? I think because he did most of the cooking he was so worked up on how it's going to turn out.

I shrugged it off, knowing I am not in a suitable mood to think about it, and began eating.

God it tasted good, and that definitely made me feel better.

I widened my eyes for a second taking in the lavish taste.

I felt him looking at me as I maintained back my strait face expression. "How is it?" He asked looking at me attentively. If I was me now, if I wasn't that devastated. I swear I would've made a show for him, it's really good.

However, the only thing I could do was nod saying "it's good" his face visibly light up for a second before he nodded and started eating.

After we ate Harry took both dishes on the table and the spoons leaving the table empty. He even started washing the dishes immediately "no need to do all this, it's fine" I said following him.

"I want to" he said briefly as he continued washing.

He left me speechless, no further argument made as I turned around walking to the restroom.

I wanted to take a shower so bad, a cold shower. I passed by my room first taking my wear before going in.

I didn't want to do the same mistake again, gotta listen to Auntie now. I think I took nearly 30 minutes showering, I went out walking to my room while drying my hair with a towel.

I went in to find Harry with his hands behind his back as he walked out the room, he looked wary, I think.

He went out quickly as I shrugged my shoulders taking a seat on my bed.

A knock came on my door as I turned around "I was checking if there was anymore broken glass shattered anywhere, you know for cautious" he said. I nodded standing up to wrap my hair in the towel and sleep, I felt hands straitening my hair and taking the towel.

"This is not how you do it" Harry said "let me show you how" he instructed, my heart skipped a beat.

The Harry Styles was actually touching my hair and wrapping it with a towel for me.

I felt flustered "there you go, now come up" he said as I stood straight.

"Done" he said as I nodded to him smiling, I tried to smile genuinely. Hope I succeeded.

"Thank you" I muttered. "Are going to sleep already?" He asked "I think so" I answered not looking at him.

"Are you ok--" he started, I don't want to lie again so I cut him "Good night, Styles" I muttered.

He sighed loudly "Sleep tight" he said going out.

Tears went streaming down again.

Hallo beautiful readers, tell me what do you think so far?
And what you imagine is going to happen next chapter?

Krystal is so upset do you think she has the right to???

Lots of love ❤❤❤

23rd of May, 2016