sun failure - {h.s} // (harry styles)

05

tuesday's pov

Harry, where are we going?" I said again as I held onto him for balance. The wind was picking up now as dark grey clouds floated into the sky.

"My house." He gruffly answered as we turned a sharp corner down an alleyway.

We had to turn so our faces were facing the walls of the buildings; that's how little room there was. Harry dragged me along the dark street as we got further and further away from the main road.

"Why are we going to your house?" I asked, my voice shaking with nerves.

Another burst of air came at us as we turned another corner onto a larger road. There were houses surrounding us with huge long windows and tiny mailboxes. They were so disproportionate to each other it seemed weird but somehow they worked together.

Most of the houses were made out of some type of brick. It was so dark so I couldn't see the color of it but I'm guessing it was probably red brick.

"Because you said your house was shit right?" He asked as he walked in front of me. Harry took huge steps and I had to walk fast to keep up from behind him.

"Yeah, I guess I did say that." I said in reply as we turned another corner.

"Well you can't sleep there. So you can stay with me, until your house is no longer shit."

"I love your vocabulary." I said sarcastically as he suddenly stopped walking. I then stumbled into him and almost tripped over my own feet.

"Hey!" I exclaimed but all Harry did was stare down at me.l I couldn't see the expression on his face because of the dark, but I'm just guessing he didn't have a huge smile on his face.

"Do you want to stay there or not?"

"Uhh I think maybe I should just go back now. Thanks though." I told him as I turned around. But I didn't even get the chance to turn away. Harry grabbed my arm and turned me 180 degrees so that I faced him.

"I think it would be smarter if you stay at mine." he blankly stated, his voice not showing emotion at all.

"Fine, asshole." I replied.

Now half of me was scared to death by Harry. I mean have you seen the guy. But the other half of me is just pissed off by him. Who does he think he is bossing everyone, including me, around. Now it was probably just the alcohol talking but I felt a need to step up for myself so I did, simple as that.

"Oh you're going to regret that baby girl." Harry replied.

I could see the smirk on his face, even through the dimly lit street. But there was something about his eyes. They weren't red like the other, but hungry almost. Hungry for power, for strength.

Power hungry people scare me. They always have, and they probably always will. That might be because, I'm a pretty power hungry person myself. Maybe it's my life growing up, maybe it's just my genetics but I like to be in charge. I like to know what's going to happen, when it's going to happen. I know, it scares me too.

"Let's get going. I'm tired." I told him and silently, we started walking again.

A couple minutes later we got to a tall skinny building. The tall windows tower over us but yet the door was so small, Harry had to duck as we walked inside. The dark red brick on the outside looked worn away and some crumbled off as I walked in after him.

Inside it was very dark as we stepped in. The main room we were standing in, had a kind of musty smell you get when you enter a humid cave.

Harry stood in the middle of the main room and I moved next to him. Directly across from us was a bright red couch and a small wooden coffee table in front of the couch.

Then next to the couch there was a small fold out table and two fold out chairs under it. They were all a nasty gray color that would turn anyone away.

I saw a door on the right wall that I assumed walked into the kitchen. There was also a small, skinny staircase standing almost in the corner of the room. It looked like it haven't been dusted in years and as I walked over to it, it definitely hadn't been.

I slid my finger along the railing to reveal dust all along it.

"Don't touch that." he gruffed in his low voice as he walked over to the stairs and took my hand off the railing. I pulled my hand away from him instinctively but he didn't look offended whatsoever.

"Why not?" I teased my drunk body stumbling all over the place. Usually I wouldn't antagonize anyone like this. Especially when I've just met them. Especially when they look like Harry.

"Baby girl, please just shut up and go to sleep." Harry told me as he gestured to the bright red couch. I frowned and walked over to the couch. With a dramatic sigh I sat down on the couch and didn't move.

"Um..I'm just uh..I'm just going to go now." he stuttered, surprisingly enough, and he started walking up the stairs. I sat there, not moving whatsoever, for almost fifteen minutes. And then something in my drunk brain clicked.

"Harry." I said, trying to call his name, but he didn't answer.

"Harry!" I yelled this time, yet I didn't get off of the couch. That would take a lot of effort, plus I'm not exactly quick on my feet tonight.

"What the hell Tuesday." Harry asked, looking extremely pissed off. He was now wearing a pair of gray boxer shorts and nothing else.

"Ahh shield your eyes everyone! Shield your eyes and quick!" I yelled as I covered my face with my hands. There was no one else in the house, but whatever.

"Tuesday..." Harry's voice threatened from behind me, as he lifted my hands off my eyes.

"Yes?"

"You were shouting my name, remember?" he said looking at me confused.

"OH YEAH!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, so loud Harry had to cover his ears with his hands. And of course, me being the drunk person I am, I took his hands off of his ears and grinned. Even he couldn't resist and Harry cracked a small smile in return.

"So basically I can't sleep. So I think you should sleep next to me." I casually stated, like I ask guys to sleep next to me all the time.

"I really shouldn't have given you alcohol." he grumbled. But nevertheless he sat down on the other side of the bed. He then pulled a blanket off of the arm rest of the chair. I hadn't even noticed it was there but it was quilted with all different colors and patterns.

Harry then made me lie down horizontal on the couch as he laid next to me. He then pulled the blanket over the top of us and we both laid there. I didn't look over at him but I could feel his eyes watching the ceiling, staring straight ahead. I closed my eyes, but I could tell this was going to be a long night.

I then for some crazy reason felt comfortable, almost like I was back in my own bed, with uh, never mind. So drunk me nudged Harry's chest and I placed my head under the crook of his neck. I felt him flinch but he didn't push me away.

I was almost asleep when I could feel Harry moving next to me. He had his arm wrapped around me and he was slowly moving his fingers through my hair. He must have thought I was asleep so I vowed not to move as he then progressed to braiding that tiny section of hair he was holding in his abnormally large hands.

Soon after that my eyes actually started to droop and I could feel my head put all my weight onto Harry. I didn't know this man until today, yet I feel safe around him. Well, most of the time that is. I bet he's planning to kill me in my sleep unexpectedly, and if that happens you win because this is a very stupid move on my part.

Tonight, is why I don't drink alcohol.

Simple as that.

//

hey my lovelies, i hope you're having the best day ever and remember to take care of yourself!

drink lots of water and make sure to eat something, even if it's something small.

love you!! 

from em, *invisible kisses*