Attitude Adjustments -Harry Styles Love Story-

Chapter 11

I sat in the dinning room with Payton dabbing the blood that was squeezing out of my knees, I slowly calmed myself by taking deep breaths. "What happened?" Payton finally asked putting a bandage on both knees hoping the blood would dry soon, she chucked the tissue away and washed her hands waiting for my answer, she leant against the kitchen counter looking at me. I lifted my hand which was still shaking slightly and picked up the class of water and took a sip. "I've never lashed out like that before..have I?" I asked, almost terrifyed of myself. Payton slowly shook her head looking sympathetic. "He smashed the picture with me and him.." It was like Payton understood everything after spilling just one sentence to her, this is why I love her..she understands me. Soon after a coupld of seconds of silence I heard footsteps, of padded feet then I saw him, my muscles tensed and my hands turned to fists, I sat up but Payton looked at me sternly. I studied his face, his left eye with a purpley blue ring around it making it heavy and squinty, a plaster along the right side of his face just above his eye brow, a bust lip and his right cheek bone bruised slightly. I looked down almost ashamed of the damage I had caused to Harry..I didn't mean it. Payton clapped her hands together "Well..erm..i'll leave you guys to it" and with that she ran off up the stairs leaving me and Harry alone. The kitchen and dinning room were connected, leaving me still sat at a chair in the dinning room and Harry in the kitchen glancing at me every so often. I sighed "I'm sorry Harry" I said looking up at him hoping for some kind of respond but his expression fell blunt. I looked down and fiddled with my fingers noticing my knuckles swelling up, I blinked back the tears and hid them between my thighs. "Will you talk to me?" He ignored again, he was washing up..trying to keep himself occupied so he didn't have to talk to me. The tears still threatened to escape but I fought them back, I stood up slowly holding my weight onto the back of the chair, I turned around and leant on the kitchen counter which was almost seperating the too rooms, Harry leant on the other side of the counter staring into my eyes, like he was staring into my sole. He picked up the dishes that sat in between us and turned around washing them, almost smashing them as he dried and put them away. I sighed and looked down hoping my toes would give me some sort of hint on what I should do.. I looked up at Harry as he carried on drying some dishes, but it was like my legs had a mind of their own, I carefully walked around the counter and into the kitchen, I tried to jump up to sit on the counter again but failed..causing another bruise to bruise over the other bruise (if that makes sense?) I turned around when Harry stood in front of me, in my way, he carefully placed his large hands on my waist and lifted me up to sit on the counter, but before he could go I put my smaller hand ontop of his "please Harry, i'm sorry" he looked at me and nodded quick before brushing his thumb over my injured knuckles. I looked up and into his eyes "you called me B" he fell silent "No one has ever called me that" it was like he sighed in relief "but only one person" 

His eyes grew wide as he shook his head "I didn't meant too..it just came out" I didn't know weather to believe him..But I choose too..for my own benefit.

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