Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Harry Styles

I had to come by to Iris's to pick up my jacket I had left, I wasn't going to barge in but I knocked. Twice. And there was no answer. I expected Iris to be out though I'm pretty sure she has no other friends except that one girl who never showed up.

I had also accidentally taken Iris's key instead of my own when I left, I thought I'd drop it off whilst I came over. Niall offered to pick it up for me but I told him I would, seeing as I'm going away for a few weeks after today. I always seem to end up back in NYC. I get pulled back every time I'm away, I'm touring the west coast for a few weeks so this is my last chance to see Iris.

I don't know what makes me want to see her but she has a kind of aura that makes you just comfortable I guess.

When I wandered into the apartment my ears were filled with silence. Winnie ran up to me as soon as I entered the door, if you tell me I petted her you would be lying.

The darkness of the night flooded the space so I presumed she wasn't home, I searched around the lounge for a moment searching for my jacket though when it was nowhere to be found I started to move towards her cupboard full of shoes and jackets I spotted on my first visit. I should've probably told Iris I was coming into her apartment though as I pulled my phone out to do so I managed to fall into a side table on the way.

Knocking one of the vases full of red flowers off its resting ledge. That's when I heard her. A kind of loud sob came from her room.

It was quiet but I managed to hear her. When I got to her she was hidden from me, my heart sunk. For a moment my eyes blacked out seeing her small stance. And when she said those words, the words she never knew could affect me so much I was a punching bag. A thousand punches landed on me in that one moment.

I'd never hugged Iris a lot, I'm not even sure if I ever had. Her lungs wouldn't stop heaving out staggered breaths. At that moment all I wanted to do was comfort her but I was stopped by the question of what happened and worse. Was this because of me? I hated every second of seeing her like that.

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"Dylan?!" I stood up from my fallen position raising a brow at her,

"I'm meeting Dylan in an hour!!" She seemed to forget about her body being drained from her panicky state and more so about someone else.

I didn't like how she put others before her but I've only known her a few weeks, my opinion does not matter.

"You're seriously still going out?" I exclaim at her as she rushes into her dressing room with a dress that was covered in lines of diamonds in her hand.

"Why-" she tries to yank the door closed pushing the clothes out of her way, "wouldn't" yank "I?" She yanks once again but it doesn't shut and she lets out a frustrated sigh too.

I stifle a laugh at her, she twists her finger in the air telling me to turn around so she could get changed into her dress. I shake my head before doing so.

"You're going to pass out on the fucking bar," I laugh to myself hearing her chuckle whilst struggling to get her dress on,

I turn around slightly as she talks, "Bars better than the dance floor aye?" I laugh at her though I am serious, I don't want her to exhaust herself out, she already has and it's only 7:55.

"Are you seriously okay?" I ask genuinely, she had only freaked out around 20 minutes ago-

"It wasn't a bad one..." Her voice is low, She's had more?