I could feel my chest growing tight with every sharp breath I inhaled. My palms were sweating vigorously, my temples were throbbing and my legs trembled with the speed of my thoughts.
My heart was starting to palpitate as I felt the claustrophobia begin to leech into the cold, unkind air and the force of the wind rattled the steel shutters.
I had a damp cloth provided by the store worker, pressed against my forehead to soothe my nerves as I sat on the cold floor, curled up in a ball, shivering as Harry sat a few inches away from me.
"Are you cold?" He asked, after half an hour. I nodded in reply, my teeth chattering. "Then you better hope this is over soon," he concluded, making my jaw drop in surprise. Any normal guy would offer his jacket, but no, not Harry..
I hugged my sweater close to my chest, trying to grasp the warmth, seeing as the electricity had automatically switched off, leaving us with only the light of battery torches.
My mind was practically buzzing with all kinds of thoughts as I worried frantically non stop about Ellie in the car. I wondered if they had drove off somewhere, but I felt uneasy at the thought of my daughter being with someone we had only just met.
"I am so sorry for this awful inconvenience," the shop assistant apologised, walking over towards us. I hadn't noticed him until now, and he was so strikingly good looking, I felt my heart strings tugging. His dark hair was cropped short and his tight work Tshirt hugged his toned stomach perfectly. His name tag read, 'Dylan' and I caught a glimpse of his ocean blue eyes under the illumination of the flashlight. He was gorgeous, but there was something about him that turned me off..
"Yeah it sucks mate, but we'll just hang in here until it ends," Harry replied politely.
"Well, help yourself to anything you want to eat or drink. It's the least I can do, Mr..." He trailed off.
"Styles. Harry Styles," Harry introduced himself, holding out his hand to shake. He was being so polite it startled me. This boy really was bipolar.
"I'm Dylan, and I would say it's nice to meet you, but I personally would prefer if it was under different circumstances," Dylan said jokingly.
I didn't bother introducing myself, and Dylan barely even glanced at me, but occasionally made conversation with Harry, laughing and smiling at him. I studied his stance, and couldn't help bust sense a... feminine, kind of vibe? It was then I realised. Wait, he's gay?
I chuckled lightly and congratulated myself for stating the obvious. When he left to 'sort out something in the back room' (probably his boner for Harry), I slid over to my curly haired companion and giggled.
"What are you laughing at?" Harry asked me, his eyes bright with amusement.
"I think Dylan has a crush on you," I murmured quietly.
Harry laughed loudly. "I don't blame him, I am bloody gorgeous," he replied.
We chuckled in unison until the silence invaded the room again, our laughter dying out into the quietness.
The only sound to be heard was the buzzing off the dying generator and the whistle of the wind through the cracks in the barricaded windows.
"Ellie," I mumbled, as I huddled close to the battery heater that barely worked.
"Hey, it's going to be alright," Harry said as he looked at me pitifully.
"Stop looking at me like that," I snapped crabbily.
"Like what?" Harry asked in defense.
"Like you feel sorry for me. It's patronising and it annoys the shit outta me," I pointed out.
Harry sighed and hung his head on his shoulders like a heavy weight. "This is going to sound really stupid, but don't worry about Ellie, I promise she's in good hands," he assured me.
I looked at him with an expression of dull disbelief. "How would you know Harry?" I challenged him. "Because I don't think you've seen your sister in a long time."
Harry was silent, his mouth not seeming to be functioning. "I- it's none of your business to be honest," he replied, trying to keep his quavering voice steady.
"I didn't say it was my business, I was just speaking my mind," I told him truthfully.
"Well believe me when I tell you, that Gemma will look after your daughter as if she were her own," Harry swore seriously.
"But, how do you know?" I asked him curiously, rubbing my hands together to create non existent heat.
"Because she almost had a baby girl," he said quietly, a time of sadness taking over his voice.
My gasp seemed to fill the room, and I asked him cautiously, "What happened?"
Harry seemed to choke on his words. "She was pregnant with her ex boyfriend'a baby, and everything was brilliant for a while, until my da- I mean, until she had her miscarriage," he explained, the pain evident in his voice. "That's why the room you slept in at her apartment looked like a nursery."
I nodded and bit my thumb nail nervously. "I feel so bad for her," I muttered truthfully.
Harry just nodded his head in agreement as we sat in silence once again, getting lost in our own thoughts.
We were only broken out of our own worlds when we heard the clattering and banging of Dylan stumbling into the room.
"I have some bad news," he announced.
What could possibly be worse than this? I thought.
"The storm isn't relenting, and it's going to continue all through the night."
Yep, definitely worse.
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Wow the bad luck just keeps coming ha
Ok kind of a filler but yeah Dylan is cute I like him
Can I just take a minute to say IM GOING TO FALL OUT BOY HELL YEAH OK ILY
ILYSM AND PLEASE BE HAPPY AND IF YOURE SAD JUST THINK OF HOW THE SKY IS BLUE BECAUSE ITS SAD BUT THE CLOUDS ARE LITTLE WHITE WISPS OF HOPE AND HAPPINESS AND YOU CAN DO IT I PROMISE OK AND YEAH ILY
Ok idk what I just said but ily baii x
YOU ARE READING
SOFT SPOT// h.s
Fanfiction"You taught me why hurricanes are named after people. And sometimes I find myself thinking how easy all of this could have been if you weren't so goddamn beautiful," he went on, murmuring against the delicate skin of my neck. ----- Harry Styles au...
