Abditory [H.S]

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TRIGGER WARNING: DOMESTIC ABUSE, BLOOD AND ALCOHOL ABUSE

This song makes me so emotional bc i just know harry would cry listening to it. (u don't have to play it if u want, its just like a glimpse to this chapter)

Harry Styles

It's been a week and four days.

A week and four days and I am yet to utter a word to Luella outside of work and school.

We see each other once every day when I go to my father's office in the evenings, and honestly, that's the only reason I get eager into going there again because I get to see her.

I glance at her at every chance I get during breaks at school, also another reason I started going there a lot. She doesn't say anything, barely catches my eyes, and doesn't even try to initiate a conversation with me. I've noticed the way she's more quite in class, or how she sits alone at lunch, or the way she leaves to go to the library to sit and read a book there. Sometimes I wanna go over to her and just sit beside her, just have her company on every bad day I had without her. Her presence means the world to me and she doesn't know it.

I've spotted the darkness growing under her eyes, the fact she only has an apple at lunch, how she wears baggy clothes a lot more and smiles a lot less.

What's even more bad about this is that I miss her more every minute.

I thought about calling her every day, texting her or just opening a full conversation, but I can tell she doesn't want that. She doesn't want me.

It's so frustrating to feel like this; the way I fucking messed up like that in front of her. The fact she doesn't trust me any longer hurts me, and I hate that I can't do shit about it.

"Harry? Are you even listening?"

Niall's voice comes blaring through my ears, turning my vision back on the two men sitting across of me on the meeting table in my office. The chair squeeks a bit as I move my head, fixing my position and nodding at the both of them.

"What was I just saying, then?" Liam crosses his arms on the table, challenging me.

I search my head for something I might have picked up from them since the start of the meeting, clearing my throat to speak.

"Uhm, that Mercedes c300 getting stuck at the port with FBI investigation." I say confidently, knowing that's the only thing I even heard.

"We talked about that ten minutes ago." Niall furrows his eyebrows.

Liam sighs at the same time I drop my head in between my arms, huffing a loud breath in tiredness. It's only 7pm, I have two more hours until I get off work.

"Goddamn it, Styles. This is important." He scolds me, making me roll my eyes as I lift my head.

"Can we like...skip this for tomorrow? I'm tired." I close my textbook that's practically empty, looking at them staring back at me in shock.

"Are you okay? Did you fight with daddy Styles?" Niall asks me, making me shake my head.

"Niall, for fucks sake stop calling George daddy Styles." Liam throws a pencil at him, making Niall duck to avoid it going into his chest.

"It's funny!" He laughs, making me get up from my seat, unable to continue this conversation.

"Where are you going? None of us agreed." Liam announces, baffled at my actions.

"I'm your boss and I'm calling this meeting as finished." I shrug and clean my office's desk, putting away everything so I can leave.

I don't turn around to see them anymore, just walk straight to the door and mumble a goodbye, twisting the door handle as I observe Hala cleaning up as well, her time to leave coming.