Alive.

chapter four

Harry~

After three drinks my mind was in too much control, to many thoughts freely escaped. They danced and taunted me in my brain driving me insane. They told me I was a killer.

"Another beer." I croaked and a beer was placed into my hands.

I felt the coldness and the drips of the water falling down the sides. This was what I have become. A hopeless drunk with a career that he doesn't deserve.

The wreckage of the incident that occurred four short years ago hasn't failed to traumatize me. My head swarms with unawareness of my thoughts. I try to regain awareness as a habit but my mind slips away into the horizon.

I look up to see a girl smile at me. She is pretty, very actually. She would have been beautiful is she didn't destroy it with pounds of makeup and a few nose jobs. The last thing I see of the overdone girl is her feet moving towards me, before it all turns black.

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My eyes flutter open and I feel immense pain in my back and head.

I'm in a unfamiliar room laying on a couch. A small brown coffee table is just in reach. I sit up and try to awaken my tired body.

A thin hand is placed gently on my back and an Advil and a glass of water is placed on the table.

I turn to see the girl from last night smile up at me. Her makeup has been removed and her natural face looks stunning. She's beautiful really and seems so gentle and innocent. A image of Hanna flashes through my brain. I push it away as pain appears alongside the image.

"Who are you?" My voice echoes around the empty room.

She tucks a strand of her falling blonde hair behind her ear, she seems unfazed by my question and the harsh undertone to my voice.

"Jessie, don't bother introducing yourself, I'm well aware of who you are." Jessie stands up and walks to the kitchen. The living room, which I am in, opens up to the kitchen where Jessie's stands frying a omelette.

"Are you hungry?" Jessie calls from behind the stove.

"No, but how did I get here." I enter the kitchen and sit on a stool, I'm oddly gentle to my captor when I usually would of been angry as fuck.

"You were passed out and they were about to call the cops so I took you in." Jessie flips the omelette onto a plate and places it before me.

"I'm not hungry." I argue as she lays a fork next to the plate.

"Just eat, you threw up a lot last night." Jessie urges. My stomach betrays me and rumbles loudly. Jessie laughs. "Your definitely not hungry."

"Shut up." I grumble and pick up the fork and stuff some of the omelette inside my mouth. The flavor consumes me and soothes my out of place stomach.

Jessie sits on the counter opposing me and just stares blankly at me. I try not to be bothered by her but the way her eyes capture every part of my body but it makes me uncomfortable.

"Can I help you." I rudely mutter and shove my empty plate forward.

Jessie gathers my breakfast and lays the plate in the sink. "I was just curious."

"About what?"

"You, you seem more deep then you let on," Jessie answers and stands I front of the counter. "So tell me, what makes Harry Styles, Harry Styles?" She folds her hands together and gives me a smile.

"There isn't much to say,"I'm a little violated by her question. "Though you really are passing the line."

She completely dismisses what I previously said. "Come one, everyone has something to them that makes them human."