Pleasure & Pain|| Harry Styles || h.s.

I'm sorry

ANNE:

Everyone dispersed out of the room within next 5 minutes along with Jeff, leaving behind Harry, Jen and I.

Jen stood silent for so long, which is unlike her usual self but I think it’s too much for her as well.

She finally popped out of her thoughts when I placed my hand on her shoulder, making her flinch a bit.

She looked into my eyes, but then took me in a warm hug trying her every action to calm me down.

I’m not one of those people who you’ll find screaming or crying when they’re hurt. Whether it’s physically or emotional.

I’m used to both of them very well.

It took me years to build myself strong enough not to shatter under the worse.

My dad was the reason.

But somehow, somewhere I really felt guilty that I couldn’t protect my mom from what he might do to her now.

Jen, breaking the hug, whispered ‘take care and call me whenever you feel like’.

Jen left.

Harry, on the other hand was just spinning the rings around his fingers, still thinking hard.

I took a few steps back to settle on the couch.

I took my phone to call my mom, noticing it’s almost 5pm.

I tried calling my mom but she isn’t picking up the call. I would’ve called my sister but she doesn’t seem to live along with them anymore.

If she’s upset too with me, that’s understood but at least she should reply to my messages that I’ve been sending her since morning.

“Umm...Anne...you can live up there..” Harry spoke with a calm but hesitant tone, pointing towards the upper area where we previously were.

I just nodded to refrain him from hearing my broken voice.

“I’ll have to go now. Just call the room service if you need something in here.”

“Okay” I responded.

Harry left.

Is this how my day was supposed to be framed like?
I feel so isolated already.

My evening was fixed with Noah today but here I’m in a hotel that just has nothing except luxurious views.

It’s feeling when you’re in a prison with the keys in your hand but still can’t escape.

The most frustrating feeling ever.

I sensed the same feeling of being absolutely lost.

I pushed my thoughts aside and decided to climb up and lay in the bed for some time.

HARRY:

I can’t fucking pretend to be this Harry Styles anymore.

I’m done being this kind and so nice behaving person now.

My room and around Jeff, Mitch and other handful people were the ones who knew the other side of me.

A side that I’m forced to cover with a more socially praised one.

But now, because this whole chaos, I’m afraid Anne might have a taste of my unfavorable side.

She seems very obedient, kind and strong whereas I’m just an alcoholic and fucking piece of shit that just knows to take lives away.