The Beast (Harry Styles)

Chapter Nine

After a beautiful night,

Harry and Adeline did not fight;

Instead they found out much about each other.

And maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't mind another. . .

~.~

There was no way to describe how I felt.

I felt like I had just gotten flowers from a secret admirer; I felt like I had just felt the rush of cold lemonade down my throat on a hot day; I felt like I had ran a thousand miles. The feeling was exhausting yet gratifying.

I had woken up in my bed, not feeling tired or my eyes stinging from the crying of the previous night.

Harry's kindness, his soul, his goodness came through. 

Part of me knew a genuinity resided in his heart, yet the other part just needed to see it. In quite a silly way, I closed my eyes and smiled at the memory.

~.~

We had gotten in and out of the cold.

Harry led my to the dining room, where the fiasco had just ensued not even a week ago. 

A long table was decorated with a collection of different and delicious looking foods. A candelabra was in the center, its silver body illuminated by the chandelier right above it. Harry walked in front of me to the left, towards a chair that was tucked into the table, and pulled it out.

I cautiously walked over to the chair. Sitting down, Harry pushed the chair back towards the table. I looked up to him and smiled, attempting to tell him I appreciated the gesture. He smiled back before going to the other side of the long table to sit himself down.

My heart pound against my chest. I felt the feeling that my body was loose, apprehension still coursing through my veins. I didn't know why I was so nervous; but I knew Harry wasn't the most stable person. He would laugh along with me then scream and throw a fit.

Yet something in his eyes standing in the garden made me a little careless, as if I could trust him, even if it was a small amount of trust.

The modicum of trust didn't override the negative emotions, but knowing that something made me trust him just a little helped.

There was a silence for a few minutes. It was tense but not awkward, stemming from the fact that neither of us knew nothing else to do.

What could I say? "Hey, I know you aren't very kind and you are holding me as a prisoner but not as a prisoner just an extended guest, but thanks for this minute of kindness you have shown me compared to the days of hurt that you've given me."  It didn't seem right.

I went over a few scenarios, but the clearing of Harry's throat took me from my thoughts.

"I'm sorry," he rushed out. 

"It's okay," I assured him. "We have the truce--"

"No!" Harry shouted and stood up, pounding his fist against the table. A plate fell off, and my heart beat increased even more.

"Harry---"

"No, Adeline. No: this is not okay. It is not okay that we have to make a f.ucking truce because I'm such a mess up. It is not okay that I can't control my anger for even a day!" He kicked the chair back. "I promised you a nice evening, but I can't even do that! I'm an unstoppable, destructive force! I can never love anything or anyone or have anything nice because it all fades away or leaves me!" Harry began to smash plates, knocking them off the table. 

My eyes widening not because of his sudden burst of anger--I was used to that; what shocked me was the confession.

I stood up, watching Harry destroy the beautiful table. I picked up what looked like biscuits and threw them across the room, mimicking Harry's actions. This made him stop and look at me.

"What are you doing?" He asked, anger fading with each word.

"Exactly what you're doing." To demonstrate, I picked up some dip and let it slip from my fingers, crashing it on the floor. I walked over to him. "You act like you're the only person with the capacity to destroy everything you touch: Get. Over. Yourself.

"Everyone has the ability to destroy things, whether it be themselves, others," I picked up a bowl full of fruits, " or even a bowl."  

I walked over to a door that was in the left corner, and opened it to find what I hoped was in there.

Taking the broom and dust pan, I went over to the mess I had made in front of Harry.

"It's the decision to clean up what we've destroyed that separates us." Bending down to align the pan to the food, Harry put his hand on my arm.

"What....what do you mean?" Harry asked with the innocence of a five year old.

"Anyone can destroy things," I said, coming back up to face him. "But it takes someone special to clean up the mess; the only problem is that no one thinks they're special, so the mess gets left there." I held out the broom to Harry. "Do you think you're special? Because I think you are." 

Harry took the broom from my hand, and I smiled.

~.~

For hours we stayed there, cleaning up the destroyed dining room. We talked about random things, like our favorite color, family, and our childhood.

Harry came from a privileged, accepted family in a small village. The only thing we had in common was the small village.

Harry got everything he could have possibly wanted and more; on top of that, he had a loving family.

I wasn't jealous, but part of me was confused as to how he could possibly be so cold-hearted with so much love in his life.

Life must have turned against him at one point; you just don't lose the love inside your heart, unless you had none to begin with. I knew Harry had love in his heart, no matter how he treated people.

It was a front, a facade to something else. He had to have some kind of secret, and the curious side of me was interested to know. 

I sat up on my bed and began to think of the possibilities. 

If I had something to hide, where would I hide it?

In plain sight, probably; yet I had to think in the mind of Harry. He had said something about a restricted area, the West Wing was it?

Whatever Harry had to hide, it was definitely inside the West Wing.

And I just might have to make a trip there.

~.~

Adeline's plan isn't the best,

But she won't give it up, as you might have guessed.

Will she ignite Harry's anger again?

I guess you'll have to wait until chapter ten. . .

~.~

Hi! This is shorter than usual, but I'm still recovering from my wisdom teeth (which suck by the way). 

But I found this astrology picture pertaining to which vegetable someone would be and omg I laughed so hard when I saw this.

Until next time!