Isn't she lovely? (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 11 - The mask slipped.

Harry’s POV

Working with Claire was horrid! She always complains about the hard work she has to do. What is she complaining about? She can be pleased that she just has to do ten hours of working. I would have given her thousands! Everyday 5 hours work till she finishes school would be appropriated. Really, this girl is so fucking annoying that I can’t even concentrate. We have to clear the snow today and I’m so happy that it’s my last hour, my last hour of helping the caretaker and most important my last hour of working with Claire.

She has to pipe the fuck down. She’s not the only one who has to work in the cold. She moans about fucking everything. “Marcus it’s so cold! Marcus that’s so heavy can you help me! Marcus…Marcus…Marcus!” Gosh, she annoys me so fucking much! I can’t imagine how she could have been my best friend and how she could have been my girlfriend.

Marcus is passable. He’s just doing his work without saying a single word. Sometimes he looks apologizing into my direction, but I don’t care about his conscience. He deserves the remorse. He spread those disgusting messages about her, he frightened her but most importantly he made her cry. It was hard for me to see her like this. This sad expression on her face broke my heart.

In recent days her eyes slowly got their light back and she started to smile more often, but she isn’t her old self again. She’s still glum. It’s still on her mind. She isn’t chill as she was before. She changed. She always fakes her smiles. The others don’t recognize that she’s broken very deep inside, but I do!

I guess I even know her more than I know myself. She’s my other self.

Every time she’s acting like nothings wrong with her, like nothing happened. I know the truth. I know that she’s not right. I know that she’s heavy-hearted.

When she fakes her smile it looks so placed, she looks on the ground when she gets emotional. Those two maximal three seconds of looking at the ground are showing her real feelings. Than she get’s weak, for a short time she loses her mask and she shows her real feelings. The lights in her eyes disappear and the sad expression on her face returns. Then she looks up and the sad expression on her face is gone. She puts on her mask again and a strong expression on her face returns. But that’s not her, that’s just her mask.

I don’t know why she’s doing this and I don’t know why she isn’t entrusting it to me. She can tell me anything, she can trust me! Maybe I have to do the start.

To Grace:

“Need to show you something ;) Wanna come to my place?”

From Grace:

“I’m on my way! x”

*

“Where are we going?” She asks nosy looking at me with a smile.

“Wait, we’re almost there.” I answer looking at her with a grin. She looks happy but I know that this can change within seconds. We walk through the streets, flowers declining in the wind. I don’t really know whether it’s a good idea to let out my secret but I hope she notices that I trust her more than I trust anyone else. Well maybe I trust my mum as well as her, but I don’t want my mum to know about this. It’s a Parents-Free-Area. I hope that she opens up for me. It’s an unpleasant feeling for me to know that she’s not alright.

We come off the village and head to the forest.

“Are you sure you want to go to the forest?” She asks an unsure expression on her face. She seems to be a bit afraid.

“Yeah, but don’t be afraid. I don’t want to kidnap, rape or kill you” I say sarcastically. She laughs and pokes her tongue out. She looks careless and if I wouldn’t know it better I would say that nothing’s wrong with her and that she’s just an ordinary girl having ups and downs, but I know she isn’t. The sun slowly sets, which makes the trees look beautiful. It is quiet as always. The only noises I can hear are the rustling leaves and Grace’s breathe. It is so wonderful.