Calamity with angels //HS

Clouds, Chapter 4

Sage's POV:

I sat there with Harry for a few more minutes. I have my head on his shoulder.

What has gotten into me? I can't just go sharing my emotions to everyone I meet.

I can't let him see the real me. No one can. It's unstable, rackless, and scary. No normal person deserves me as anything but an enemy. I sit up straight taking my head off of his shoulder. He is just staring at me. Direct eye contact. I probably have mascara running down my face.

Why would anyone want to look at that?

But I can't help but wonder why he is sitting here with me. I mean he did cause this but why is he trying to fix this. Anyone other than Niall would walk right out of my life because I'm a screwed up mess.

I mean that's what my father called me at least.

As we both stared at each other both deep in thought. This is getting weird. " We should probably get back to the hotel," I say to him. He looks at me and smiles. Why the fuck is he smiling, I didn't say anything funny. He stands up first as I grab my things that are scattered on the floor. As I begin to stand up he holds out his hand and gestures for me to grab it.

Why is he being nice? I thought he was a rockstar that loves drugs and sex. Who knew he could be a gentleman too. A triple threat at its finest.

I take his hand, and he pulls me up. " What time is it," he asks me in curiosity. "12.. Why?"

Why does he need to know the time? He has nowhere to be but in bed. "No reason," He says brushing off the fact that I'm curious.

I have never met a person that makes plans late at night for "No Reason". I gave me a flashback that my father would come home at 2 am for "no reason".

We walk out of REDS and walk outside. He hasn't said a word sense. It feels a little weird the way he carries himself. Like one minute he's a rude asshole that only cares about you for his own amusement. Then the next minute he's giving you a shoulder to cry on.

"How far away is the hotel?" I ask to break the silence. " Probably closer to 15 minutes." he responds quickly with a crack in his voice that catches my attention. But he ignores it and lowers his head to the ground as he walks.

Harry's POV:

What the fuck is going on. What is wrong with me. I'm Harry Styles, the guy that doesn't give a shit. The guy that just cares about sex and rock and roll. And now I just held a girl as she cried into my shoulder. The next thing I know I felt a raindrop on my head. I turned to look at Sage. Who noticed the rain too. Within a couple of seconds, it begins to pour and we are still 10 minutes away from the hotel. "Fuck" I let out with a sigh.

"Follow me," I say to her and she nods. We both run across the empty street over to an awning. I turn to look at her and I notice a big wide grin across her face showing her beautiful smile.

Shit did I just call her beautiful. I have never thought of someone as beautiful. WOW she's making me soft.

" Why are you smiling?" I ask in confusion. "I love the rain" she smiles looking up. " I think of it as the world's way of realising its problems. I like to think of myself as a cloud sometimes."

She tells me with a focused face. " A cloud? How is my little petal, like a big sad cloud." I say not even realizing I called her mine. Hoping she didn't notice. But her wide eyes say otherwise.

SHIT.

" I'm like a cloud because in the day I may seem bright and perfect. But in the night you can't see my flaws. And eventually, I break down and rain." she says with a saddened yet serious face.

What she said made perfect sense. It was like she was reading my mind. It was almost like she was meant to find me.

"You're not a cloud," I say without thinking. "You're like a flower. You're pretty and perfect on the outside, and sweet on the inside. But there are some days when you are down and you welt. But that doesn't make you any less beautiful."

I don't know where I got that from. It's like my mouth and heart started speaking and wouldn't stop. I was afraid to look up and see her reaction from that. I hope I didn't scare her away.

I look up to her and I see her with glossy eyes. Shit. I just screwed it up again. And I don't think my heart can fix thi-

"Do you mean that?" she asks, interrupting my train of thought. "I don't say shit if I don't mean it". I tell her, and it's true.

I hate lies, they are pointless, some people just need the truth even if it hurts them. She looks up and smiles "Thank you" then grins. And as I turned my head to the street I noticed that the rain had stopped.

"Lets head back" I tell her, and she responds with a nod. We walk back with silence. But it's a different kind of silence this time. Is not filled with negative energy and regret. It's a feeling of contentment, that's something I haven't felt in a long time.

We make it to the hotel and go up the elevator. "Hey, i thought you had a house why are you coming here?" she looks at me as if the answer should be the simplest thing in the world. "I do have a house, and i was going to go back to that however after tonight i don't feel like going there so i booked a room while i was waiting for Niall to get back."

Such a curious little petal she is

Her room happens to be right across from mine and the rest of the boys are next door. I walk her to her door and as we both turn away to unlock each of our doors. We both turn around at the same time and speak. "Good- '' I try to speak by getting interrupted. "Goodnight," she says with a smile. "Goodnight my petal," 

I say trying to keep myself from blushing. We both walk into our separate rooms. I walk in smiling letting my dimples show. I haven't felt like this in a long time. And I don't know what it is or what this feeling means but I know it's not going away.

Ahh this was so cute. I loved this chapter. Can't wait for y'all to read what's ahead. Love y'all

Morgan

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