blossom | harry styles.

sweet heart.

The hug is warm and soft.

It pulls Rana into a sense of belonging and safety that she never searched for. She shuts her eyes for some seconds and hears Harry softly humming as he starts rocking side to side.

It's a little funny because she's not sure if he means to rock her or if he's soothing himself. Rana opens her eyes and looks at him with tears stained smile.

Those beautiful blank eyes heavily blink back at her and he keeps a straight face, still concerned.

"We're messy," she speaks, looking at their blood stained bodies.

"Yes, oh yes," he quickly pulls away from the hug and looks at them.

Rana has the most blood from her hair to her face and on her clothes. He inherited a bit of the mess and it stinks so bad.

Harry looks around and gets out the keys from his pocket.

In silence, he walks to the door of the shop and locks it.

"You don't have to lock up," she frowns, confused.

"I live near. Yes, we live near," he replies.

"Yeah, I can just walk home," she shrugs.

"No, you're my guest. You cannot go home smelling of disgusting blood," Harry frowns, annoyed.

"I kinda deserve it though," Rana bites down her lip.

Once Harry is done locking up, he gets out his phone and texts Zayn about what has happened in front of the shop.

He shakily exhales and Rana notices that his fingers are shaking once he's done texting, but she stays silent.

Harry turns to her and gestures at her to follow him.

"Our flat is next door," he speaks up, leading the way.

"Well, that's nice for the business," she manages to smile.

Harry briefly nods and continues walking. He was right when he said it was next door because they walk into the next quaint looking building and go up the stairs.

Rana stays quiet as they get upstairs and he stands before a simple looking door.

Harry gets out a keycard and uses it to open the door. He leads her in and Rana slowly steps in, taking in the first hit of mint scent that greets her nose.

The smell in her heavily contrasts the rainy scent of the streets. She looks around and unintentionally smiles at the beautiful flat.

It looks exactly like what he'd like with that same balance of decoration and space. Next to the window of the living space is a small round orange poof and on it is a fat orange cat, sleeping in peace.

Harry notices that she's staring at the cat and he smiles.

"That's Orange," he speaks up.

"Is it because the cat's literally orange?" she asks with a chuckle.

"Yes," he nods.

"Your flat is nice. You stay here with Zayn?" she asks, shrugging off her jacket.

"Yes, do you want tea?" Harry awkwardly looks away from her.

"I don't know, I just had a panic attack," she breathes out.

"And a physical attack, come," he says, leading her through the living space.

Rana stays silent as she follows him out of the living space and to a bedroom. He opens the door and she steps in, realising this is his bedroom.

It's cleaner than her space will ever be and it's organised in a way that makes her wonder if he slept here overnight. It's lived in for sure, but it feels like a space where you can't sneeze more than once.