Never | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

thirty one.

"You're a little late..and I'm already torn.." - Torn by One Direction (cover)

"Get out," She finally speaks up.

"What," I cry, hoping I misheard her.

"Get out. Get out now," She repeats in the same quite monotone voice.

She wraps her frail arms tightly in front of her, creating distance between us, now staring out the window behind me, as if I wasn't even here. I'm sure she expected me to get up and walk away..to just give up.

But I wouldn't. Sure I'd get out, for now, but I'd be back again tomorrow and everyday after that. Every single day until I knew that she was better..that she was whole again.

I got up from the couch, giving her one last look before stepping over the mess on the floor to leave. I shut the door behind me before allowing myself to slide down to sit leaning back on the door. I sit here just in case..just to be completely sure that she was okay to be alone for now. My hunger diminishes but the jet lag finally over takes me, and I fall asleep in a slump outside of the room wishing nothing more than to be on the other side, comforting her to sleep.

Bianca's POV

I'm awake, eyes still closed, wishing only to go right back to sleep. But I can't. The events from last night making me feel like I'm spinning. Everything really felt like a dream-the breaking things, the crying, and Harry.

Where do I even start with Harry? He hadn't even crossed my mind since he left..since he had pissed me off. I figured he had felt the same since I had said some pretty harsh things the last time we spoke. But instead of ignoring me like everyone else he did something I hadn't expected from him. He comforted me..stopped me..just the sheer fact that he showed he cared was so hard to believe. It threw me off.

A light knock at the door causes me to stir on top of the messy bed, still wearing my clothes from yesterday, shoes and all.

I rub my eyes at the sound of the curtains being drawn open fills my ears and I can't help but to feel confused. The workers never came in and did this while I was in the room, everyone in the house avoided me like the plague, occasionally offering looks of sympathy.

I prop myself up to see Harry walking over to the next window, repeating the opening process, filling the room with light.

Once hes noticed I'm awake he waves, then greets me warmly, his words filled with exaggeration as he says,"Good morning."

"What are you doing," I ask him, my groggy morning voice speaking for my body that was practically pleading to be left alone so that I could sleep the day away.

"I.."He starts to say gesturing for me to give him my hands to which I do hesitantly,"..am getting you up for breakfast."

"But I'm not hungry," I say lamely, only making Harry tug me out of the bed faster.

"Well you can help me cook some and watch me eat it," He smiles before taking a step back,"You've got fifteen minutes to get showered and dressed."

Before I can protest, he's already walking out of the room, his boots making a slight crunching noise as he steps on a few pieces of glass.

"That's an order," He warns, with a smiley before shutting the door.

Already standing, I oddly obey.

I shower, changing into whatever I see first. I look at myself in the mirror before looking away. It was hard seeing myself so sickly and pale. Before throwing myself into another hole of self loath I slip my shoes on and head downstairs where I can hear music playing loudly in the kitchen.