Abditory [H.S]

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TW: violence and alcohol abuse

u lot are gonna love this chap hehe

Harry Styles

I fucked up.

Like really fucked up.

'Do not interfere with the enemy.' Was all he asked for, and guess what I did?

I interfered.

Something washed over me when I found her yesterday on the bed crying. I couldn't understand why at first, I was so fucking confused for a minute before I figured it out. As soon as I saw her throw up I knew it was a nightmare, I couldn't help but help her immediately.

I felt bad, the way she was sobbing against my chest reminded me of when Gemma would do the same after her own nightmares, so I took the risk and did what I can do best.

It was stupid, because now I have another thing to think about on my mind, and I don't have the time nor space for that.

Not to mention the fact she helped me as well, I came to the room shredded as fuck and looked like I came from fighting in world war two- yet she didn't hesitate to bandage me up and clean my face. It was the nicest, softest act anyone has ever done for me, she's too innocent.

Well, not too much though, she definetly has something up but I can't figure it out quiet yet.

It's too late to back out now anyway, she's been in my arms since yesterday night. I woke up with my arm still draped around her waist while her back pressed into my chest, our legs tangled into each other. My face is smushed into her hair, the smell of jasmins filling my nostrills.

I wouldn't say I'm uncomfortable, but this position is too....new for me.

I can hear her soft breathing, it's steady and slow, her arms hugging her own teddy bear to her chest, she's so fuckin precious.

I need to get up though, I have a million things to do, from going to the gym to calling Liam, taking a shower and then check to see if the car transfers worked, but somehow I want to stay in this position forever.

However, I can't.

I don't know why I'm feeling this, or what I'm even feeling, but something tells me I want to stay here and wait till she wakes up-- just to ask if she's okay, to atleast be there for her when she wakes up but I know I can't, it's not the right thing to do.

I take my arm off and turn around slowly, making sure to not make noises as I lift my body off the mattress, sitting up on the edge of bed. I look behind me to see her still sleeping unbothered as I sit up from the bed, looking over her face to see her eyes shut peacefully.

I move towards the bathroom and do everything that needs to be done there, changing into my black shorts and a tee. I grab my phone and look over her once again, seeing her face smushed into the pillow, her body curled up in a small ball on the bed under the covers.

It somehow felt weird leaving her alone, but I kept reminding myself she doesn't know anything.

Taking one last glance at her before I open the door, finally getting out as I walk down the hall, pressing the elevator button while I dial Liam's number. I put my phone to my ear as I wait for him to answer, wanting to check on him after yesterday's shitty job.

" 'Morning sunshine." His voice catches me off guard at first, entering the elevator.

"Morning. How you feeling?" I cut straight to the point, wanting to know about his arm.