Misery Loves Company (H.Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 44

Here is the long awaited chapter!! Enjoyx(:
Warning: Mature content readers adviced!

-katexx

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Chapter 44

I empty whatever my stomach holds as I think of loving Harry. How could I love him? I feel disgusting for loving such a monster, but I can’t help it. My body controls my emotions and I can’t seem to push them away. And I feel dirty. My whole boy shakes as I catch my breath, flushing the reminder of the blood. I shouldn’t be vomiting blood, but for some reason it doesn’t bother me. As long as Harry believes I’m okay, he will leave me alone. Maybe the cuts didn’t work, but I have to have other escapes. 

I’m okay, I repeat to myself as I rub toothpaste over my teeth and tongue and wash my mouth with Harry’s Listerine. Everything is fine. 

“Babe, you alright?” he asks through the door as he knocks gently. 

“Yeah,” I shout back, my voice cracking from the burn in my throat. I take a deep breath before adding, “Just freshening up.”

When I open the door, my head spins but the scent of food makes my nostril flare. He heated the remainder of the noodles I was eating before and brought a fork instead of the impossible chopsticks. I take the box from him and sit on the edge of the bed, crossing my leg where the towel ends just above my knees. “Thank you,” I tell him, taking a small bite. It burns as it makes its way down my esophagus, heavily falling in the pit of my stomach. “Jesus, this is good.”

Harry walks up to his dresser and produces a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt for me to wear. He places the items carefully by my side and lies down on the bed, sprawled over half the entire mattress. He stretches his arms at his side, one falling behind me, and he holds the small of my back while I eat, rubbing gently in a circular motion.

“Not that I want to break the mood but I won’t be home tomorrow morning,” he states. “I should be back by early afternoon. Would you like to go shopping? Or maybe visit the city? I know we haven’t gotten out much and I believe this is your first time in London, ever.”

It is. I’ve had the chance to visit a little bit the USA, different states and cities, but the farthest I’ve ever been is Canada. I’d been on a trip to Niagara Falls in sixth grade and we have to go to Ontario, Canada. However, we didn’t need a passport back then. I’d only gotten a passport three years later when they passed a law for Canadians and Americans, in case we ever went on a trip. My parents traveled every year but I was babysat by my grandma until I got old enough to stay by myself in the house. My passport had been useless until now.

I’m just a girl from Boston who has gotten lucky enough to study in California, and the boy lying next to me is just a boy from Cheshire who got lucky enough to travel the whole world. Even with everything, we are still two normal teenagers. So I nod and beam fake-excitedly. “I’d love to visit the city.”

“You’re beautiful when you smile,” he muses, hoisting himself up enough to kiss my bare shoulder. “Beautiful.”

Beautiful. He doesn’t know what beautiful is. With a roll of my eyes, I stretch my arm to place the empty takeout box on the bedside table and I confidently unwrap the towel from my body. The t-shirt Harry has given me is just a plain black one with a low round collar, along with bright red boxers. Harry sits up against his elbows and watches me while I get dressed in his clothes, smiling brightly at me. 

I ignore the arousal slowly growing in his boxers, but I’m happy to have this effect on him. His eyes shine with joy and I join him on the bed, lying next to him across the mattress.