The sound of pouring rain hitting the roof no longer filled my ears and the damp cold was not seeping in through the blankets when I awoke the next morning, after the rough night of the storm.
I dragged my eyelids open, looking lazily around the room. After seeing that no one else was present, I stumbled off the comfortable sofa and trudged to the bathroom.
My hair was a mess, my untidy curls unravelling down my back while the top of my head looked static. I seemed to be getting a pimple on my nose and my breath probably smelt really bad. I stared at my mirrored reflection with exhaustion, my boring brown eyes blinking back at me.
I could feel this strange feeling in my stomach, but due to my fatigue, my mind wasn't awakened enough to process anything.
I was splashing my face with water when the sparkling of my ring caught my eye. And in that moment I swear my heart dropped in my stomach and before I could think anything else I felt my insides rising as I emptied my guys into the toilet. I felt disgusted with myself.
My mind was like a chaotic, confusing collage of thoughts and everything else I couldn't explain. I was torn between feeling guilty, or feeling like I could jump over the moon with happiness.
I was unsure what the kiss(es) meant to Harry, but even more uncertain about what it meant to me. All I knew was that I liked it, but the after feeling, not so much..
After I cleaned myself up as best I could, I exited the bathroom and went to find Harry out the front of the shop, his face lined with worry as he stared out the door.
Dylan spotted me first, but in could tell he pretended not to. I didn't think he liked me much, his eyes were fixated on Harry, who spun around when he heard my footsteps.
"Morning Clary," he said, his face breaking into a smile as he began to walk towards me.
"Hi," I mumbled. "What's happening?"
He rubbed the back of his neck in distress, trying to form an answer. "Where's Ellie and Gemma?" I asked him sceptically.
He sighed and looked down at his feet. "That's the thing. I don't know clary."
I felt myself beginning to hyperventilate and my hands starting to form a cold, clammy sweat.
"What do you mean? Harry, what are we going to do?" I demanded impatiently as I paced back and forth across the aisle.
"Where are they? What do you mean you don't know?!" I rambled frantically. "Hell, just find a payphone and call them!"
When Harry didn't reply, I became more agitated, my thoughts not making sense as I gripped the roots of my hair with my fingers. "Harry, speak to me," I prompted him irritably.
"Can you just shut your damn mouth? I need to think," he snapped, causing my cheeks to flush red and my lips to seal closed.
He stood for a while, staring into nothingness with a blank face until his eyes suddenly came back to life and he began walking briskly around the store, picking up plentiful food, drinks and other things.
I was afraid to ask him what we were doing in case that he'd get annoyed again, so I just followed his lead as he said a final thanks to Dylan, who looked heartbroken with our departure, and headed out of the shop with his supplies which were all free of charge, due to the inconvenience.
He isn't seem to even remember I was there, because he strutted on down the dusty road, never glancing back at me, struggling to keep up with my little legs.
I cleared my throat to get his attention, but when that failed I spoke, "Harry, what the hell are we doing?"
He still didn't turn around. "We're going home," he replied simply.
I looked at him preposterously. "But Harry! What about Ellie? And Gemma too! We can't just leave them! Ellie needs me and I need her!" I exclaimed.
"Have you ever thought Clary, that maybe you need a break from your kid?" Harry asked me after a pause, his strides increasing as we hurried along the quiet road, only the occasional car streaming past, seeing as it was only early morning.
"She's my daughter, don't be stupid Harry," I scoffed at him, my legs growing sore as I panted behind him.
"Well I think you've changed a lot since you had her," he commented.
"What are you talking about? We barely even knew each other! You don't have anything to compare me with," I corrected him, feeling a painful stitch develop in my side.
"I thought you seemed free and, uh adventurous and beautiful and er, yeah," he admitted shyly, still walking at an insane speed.
"Harry. Styles. Did you. Just call. Me beautiful?" I panted, barely able to catch a breath. He didn't answer but kept walking. "Harry, please ... slow down... I can't keep... Up."
Harry stopped so suddenly that I almost walked right into him. He turned his body so that he still wasn't facing me, but his upper arm just brushed my nose.
"I said you were beautiful. Not, you are. There's a difference you know," he said, and I was utterly amazed at how his breathing was only a little bit heavy from all the speed-walking, but it usually was anyway.
"So you don't think I'm pretty?" I asked him, unable to hide the disappointment in my voice. Not that I thought I was gorgeous or anything, I just would have liked if he still had thought I was beautiful...
"Nope," he replied, popping the 'p' with his lips.
"Ok," I mumbled, trying not to sound disheartened as I slowly began to walk again.
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Ok so this was a complete filler and I'm not really happy with it at all but yeah just bear with me pls ily I have a lot on my plate rn so sorryyy ily ok pls don't hate me
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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...
