His Only Angel [h.s.]

Chapter 13

Harry Styles

It's been days since Thea had a episode and me and the boys have noticed that it was taking a huge toll on her. She's been acting different lately and I was getting worried.

A part of me knew that she was hurting but the other part also knew that she was really afraid. I've tried to keep my distance and give her as much space as possible to heal but if I'm being honest she hasn't really made much progress. Mood swings and sudden outbursts of emotion happened daily which was making me just question her condition even more.

All I wanted was her to open up to me but I now see that it was a big mistake because now she's suffering because of it, because of me.

I haven't been able to wrap my head around this whole feelings thing but I do feel that this guilt was going to eat me alive.

Louis has been trying to assure me that she'll snap of it and soon and come around but I beg to differ. I have tried to believe it so many times throughout the amount of time it has been but I couldn't take the isolation anymore.

Currently she was sitting in my room with Louis who has been keeping an eye on her while I was working. To say the least she hasn't been very talkative to him or me which was expected, although I thought that would say something to Louis considering the fact that she's grown very close to him. Maybe she'll come around sooner or later.

"Harry?" A voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

I look up to see Liam and Zayn giving me confused looks.

"Are you okay mate?"

Sighing I nod my head.

"Y-Yeah just thinking."

"About princess?" Zayn asks.

"She has a name." I spit.

"Yeah but I think princess suits her." He grins.

"Whatever." I stand up.

"Where are you going?"

"To see her."

I walk down the hallway and to my room, knocking on the door gently I wait for a response.

"Come in!" I hear Louis call from the other side.

Opening the door I look around and see Louis leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and Thea sitting on the bed staring directly at the wall. My gaze drifts back over to Louis who started to walk towards me.

"How is she?" I ask him.

"Quiet." He whispers.

I nod.

"How long has she been like that?"

"About two hours."

My eyes widen as my eyes avert back over to the motionless body on the bed. Her hair was messy, clothes were dirty and her eyes held no sign of life.

She looked dead.

"I've been trying to get her to talk to me but no luck so maybe you can give it a shot." He suggests.

"Okay." I slowly walk over to the bed.

Standing in front of her I crouch down and grab her hand.

"Baby?"

No movement.

Her eyes stayed glued to the wall.

I sigh and place my hands on both sides of her face. Slowly I force it down so that she was looking directly at me. Once her eyes met mines I gave her a small smile.