Labyrinth [Harry Styles] (Completed)

Chapter Seven

Songs for this chapter:

~Maps - The Fray

~Mr. Nice guy - the Kooks

~Lucky ones - Lana Del Rey

~Sweater weather - the Neighborhood 

~Style - Taylor Swift 

~Afraid - the Neighborhood 

He took me to the living room and he sat down. 

He was still covered with bandages, but he looked more alive. 

He was wearing sweatpants and a gray t-shirt. 

"So will you tell me what happened?" he broke the silence. His voice was calm and deep. 

I ran my hand through my hair. And started explaining everything. 

I don't know why I told him, but it felt good that for once he was listening.

"Then he called me a whore and I stormed away, and ran here." I finished.

While I was telling him what happened, he'd frown or look away confused.

"He said that to you? He called you a whore, second after he admitted he likes you." now he looked even more confused. 

"He never said that, I just assumed it. But yeah." I started playing with my lip ring, he remained silent. 

"It sucks, you know. I thought he was my friend. Yet, he said that." I stared blank.

"He shouldn't have said that. How does he dare to! It's my job do drive you insane."

Harry was good at this, lightning up my mood, or making me pissed. Right now he was lightning it up and I was happy. 

"On the other hand. He loves you, yeah? He's jealous. And you sleeping with lads doesn't help. But you are not in his possession, so he has no right to behave like it." 

"He doesn't love me. He has a crush on me or something. And I don't sleep with that many dudes really. I've slept with only three different dudes, in my entire life. There is a difference with who you sleep, and with who you make out."

I was playing with my hair.

Whenever I had a conversation like this with someone, I did feel like a whore. And now I'm having this conversation with Harry. What am I getting myself into. 

"I get you. I do the same shit. We all do." a smirk appeared on his lips. I returned it.

"Will you crash here?" he asked.

"If you don't mind. But I'll need a shirt or something. And underwear." I picked my nails.

"I'll find something. Go upstairs, shower, and I'll leave stuff on a bed in the guest room." he stood up and motioned me towards the stairs.

I listened to him and locked myself into the bathroom. I took my clothes off and hopped in shower. A refreshing feeling hit me, when I opened the pipe. If I really love something, it's showering after a long day. 

I almost forgot about the bandage on my stomach and I quickly took it off, so it didn't get wet.

'The piece of my world'