grounded

8

HARRY

yes, the tour isn't until next week, but I'm not a complete monster, this girl fucking flinched from her mom passing by her, she couldn't stay or God knows what's gonna happen to her, I sat with her mom for a couple of minutes before she came and told her about the tour just to get on Ruby's nerves, I was sure she didn't tell anyone, I didn't realize that this was her situation at home, last I could do is take her back with me to the hotel and she's gone for 3 years anyways so she's staying by our side so she's gonna be fine

right?

I heard her coming down the stairs dragging what sounds like her entire house, I got up from my seat to help her but a couple of loud bangs made me jog to the stairs to see what the hell just happened

curiosity killed the cat, Styles

but what I saw was funnier than anything I've seen in my life
Ruby, on the floor right there, covered in clothes and at the bottom of the stairs face-first on the floor, defeated just laying there waiting for something I would never know
and all I could do at this moment was stiffen a laugh while I went to help her, this poor girl had a bra sitting perfectly on top of her head 

I'm definitely not touching that

I pull her up slowly while chuckling "easy there" I tell her still holding back the cackling trying to escape me as she looked so mad she fell right now but she couldn't exactly do anything about it

"aww, don't cry" I tease her but I can see the pain in her eyes as she keeps her eyes on the floor, bra still on top of her head like a tiara...a very pink one

she slowly starts to move around picking up all her clothes and underwear scattered on the floor, seeing a slight limp in her movement I didn't say anything

there's never room for sympathy

I did help her bags down the stairs and by the door for when we do actually leave, knowing now shes gonna need help with these
"I'll be right back" she murmured to me and started walking to the bathroom door by the kitchen, I saw a glint of red on her knee but she was too quick as she opened and closed the door after her, leaving me outside with the faint idea of her hurt in there, hiding it badly but trying so hard at the same time

once again why would I bother? sympathy isn't an option

I wait on the kitchen island, chilling there sipping my water, waiting for God knows what but I'm waiting for anything to happen

she comes back out with a bandaged knee and a small...is that a pepapig bandaid on her wrist?!

this child I swear to God

"When are we leaving?" she asks walking back to the kitchen island with the same slight limp as she sat back on her chair sipping her water looking at me with those brown eyes that fucking scare me sometimes

they feel like they're looking into my damn soul

"Whenever you're ready, we aren't on a tight schedule just yet" 

when did you start lying styles? and for a fucking random? where are your beliefs?

I never break my rules for anyone, but somehow this...thing walked in here and claimed herself a seat in my mind and has no intention of leaving anytime soon, and I don't know why it feels this weird
"let's go then" she breaks my thoughts standing up, going to the door to put her shoes on
me following suit

figure it out, Styles