I Knew You Were Trouble - A Harry Styles Smut Shot

Part 2

From Harry (Received 7:34 PM):
heyy xx

From Harry (Received 8:43 PM):
you there? x

From Harry (Received 10:12 PM):
is everything okay?.. x

From Harry (Received 12:28 AM):
i guess you don't feel well. please text me and let me know you're okay sometime xx

I stared at my phone. Harry had been texting me for hours since his flight landed. Harry was back in London, moving on with his life while he left me here in the US with nothing to do but collect my items from his abandoned hotel room, check him out and return home. 

I laid my phone back down on the table beside my bed and flipped onto my back. I hadn't been able to sleep. I stared at the ceiling. 'Why me?' I thought to myself. Of all the girls that Harry Styles could have chosen to harass, why me? I was nothing special. I was the assistant event coordinator for Madison Square Gardens, and while that may seem like it's a big deal, it's not. It's long and stressful and has actually resulted in some of my favorite bands being ruined for me because we'll book them and I'll get to see the concert and then they turn out to be terrible live. I sighed heavily. You'd think I'd know better than to sleep with boys from bands. Apparently not.

 *

A week had passed since the night with Harry. I had carried on with my life, telling no one of my experiences with him. I'd only receive a round of "I told you so"'s followed by TMZ knocking on my door at every hour of the night demanding the dirty details. 

I was spending the night in at my apartment. I was curled up on the couch under every possible blanket. My apartment seemed to feel extra lonely as I stared mindlessly at the television. I contemplated getting a cat for a second before my mind drifted back to the tv. The doorbell rang, scaring me out of my trance-like state. I removed myself from the warmth of my couch and walked over to the key pad, buzzing up whoever it was. My mom always told me that was dangerous, just buzzing up whoever ringed my doorbell. I disregarded it. If they got to my door and I didn't want to see them I would just ignore them anyways.

The knock on the door shook me from my thoughts. I looked through the peephole before undoing the lock. The peephole was black. It was either incredibly dark in the hallway or someone had covered the hole hole. I sighed and opened the door anyways. I mean, of all people no one would choose me to kidnap. 

My jaw dropped when I opened the door the whole way and my heart immediately clenched, bringing a sharp pain to my stomach and tears to the back of my eyes. When I opened the door he pushed his dark, curly locks from his face and stepped into my home immediately. His arms instantly wrapped around me as I stood frozen still in the door way.

Why was Harry showing up at my house?

Harry pulled away and held onto my shoulders. "Where the hell have you been!?" He practically shouted. He had a wild look in his eyes; it was a mixture of longing, concern and want. "You understand I have been worried sick, right?" He continued. "You haven't been answering my calls; you haven't responded to my texts. I haven't heard from you since last Friday! I was worried something serious happened!" He was out of breath by the time he was done with his ran. Still looking into my eyes, he was desperate for some kind of response. I only turned, removing myself from his grasp, and walked away from him, right back to my couch. "Hey!" He shouted before turning around and shutting to door. "I was fucking talking to you! Do you understand how scared I was?"

I looked over and scoffed at him, concerned with nothing he had to say. He was gonna know how it felt to be blown off. This angered Harry. "What is wrong with you!? I was worried sick and you could care less!" He belowed.

"It sucks not being cared about, doesn't it?" I replied simply, turning my head to my television once again. I heard Harry sigh and then he sat on the couch beside me.

"What is this about?" He asked calmly, almost sadly, placing a hand on my thigh. I repositioned myself out of his reach.

"Oh, please Harry, don't waste your time asking me in person. I'm just a new notch in your belt. I wouldn't want you to waste your precious time on someone like me. Why don't I just text it to you?" My voice had some bite on that one. Honestly, I was just really happy I had come up with that good of a response. Harry's face dropped into his hands. 'Oh God, oh God,' I heard him muttering to himself. He looked up at me finally, after a few moments. 

"This is about leaving you at the hotel," he whispered. I looked down at the floor. "Listen," this time he scooted closer to me so he could put his hand back on my leg, "I'm -- I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do. I was suppose to wake up at five to pack all of my stuff and get ready for the plane but my alarm never went off and I didn't end up getting up until five: forty five. I was really rushing and you were sleeping and I would have felt bad waking you up and then running out on you and I know the text message wasn't much better, not better at all actually. It was the only thing I could think to do. God, I'm so sorry. I never meant for you to feel like I ran out on you." Harry lowered his head once he finished his rant. I took this opportunity to look up at him and study his face. Harry was breathing a little heaver than normal and he seemed to be holding onto my leg as if to hold himself up. That's when I noticed it, though -- the tears sliding down his face. 

I didn't think twice; I pushed myself up onto my knees on the couch and moved to straddle Harry's legs. His head shot up, his face a mixture of sadness and confusion. In one fluid motion I cupped his cheeks with my hands and kissed him hard. It only took him fractions of a second to kiss me back and it only took him seconds after that to push himself up, with me still on him, and lay forward so that I was on my back and he was on top of me.

"I want to show you how much I care," the sadness was completely erased from his voice as he whispered into my ear. "By the time I'm done, you won't be able to comprehend anything that isn't me..."