Complicated

#10

I wake up in a small dark cubby like place. There's a curtain to my left, I wish I could say I felt claustrophobic. Cheryl made sure I slept in small spaces whenever I needed to be punished. Which was every other day. I like small spaces, I feel protected. Maybe that's just the trauma talking though.

I dare sit up, I know I'll bang my head. So I awkwardly roll over and kick my legs out to the floor to see how close I am to the ground. Luckily enough for me, I'm very close to the ground.

I awkwardly duck out of the cubby, what's going on? Why am I in a dark hallway surrounded by cubbies? I don't know if I should be scared or not.

I walk over to the only door I see, and slowly open it and peak through the crack, I see a rather small room with a U-shaped grey couch. I open the door widely under the impression no one was in the room.

When I had the door wide open, I see Harry crawled up in a ball, with a blanket over him, fast asleep. He looks peaceful, and way less angry when he was sleeping. How beautiful could a person get?

I creep in and sit on the edge of the U. I watch him sleep from a distance, I don't know what it is, but him sleeping in a thin blanket, curled up in a ball on a tour bus is rather wholesome to me.

I lye on my side, so that now I'm lead out on the left side of the U, and he's on the round part of it. I prop my head up on my left hand, softly smiling at the sight I see. I reach my other hand out to his hair and start playing with it. It's so soft and thick. If heaven felt like something, it would be this man's hair.

"Morning Anna" Nancy groans walking in the room.

"Shh!" I shush her, "he's sleeping..".

"Oops. Sorry!" She whispers, "what time is it?" .

"I don't know, check?" I reply.

"Fuck me..it's 7am" she yawns.

"God. A-bit early" I act shocked.

"Ugh Kane texted me" she groans once again.

"Saying?" I ask.

"I'm not gonna apologise to Annabelle for the simple reason is she went off and shagged about behind my back. You tell mum that I'm smoking and I'll tell her you've ran off with the band" she reads.

"Fuck sakes. Just tell him that I did have sex with Harry, and that I've been thinking about breaking up with him long before it all" I shrug, still looking at Harry.

"Duh duh duh duh duuuuhhh" she says in a rhythmic tone. "I've put; K fine, she did sleep with Harry, ONCE. She never 'shagged about' she fucked one person. She's also been thinking about it for ages but she knew you'd act like this. Stop being a self entitled prick and just apologise when she gets back. You have a few weeks to think about it still".

"Yeah that's..that's good" I smile as I watch Harry move to snuggle into the thin blanket that lay over top of him. I've never wanted to be a blanket more than every at any point in my life up until now.

We stay silent for a few moments. Many moments. Many minutes.

I cant process the beauty of him. He looks like an Angel.

If angels were real? I wouldn't second guess him being one.

His soft brown hair, twiddling between my fingertips.

His mesmerising green eyes sealed from the world.

His soft pink lips.

His beautiful freckled skin.

His pointy nose.

His chiselled chin.

Everything about him, his scent, his dress sense, his accent, his ability to love and care for others, his personality..it's just enough to make even the heartless of people fall in love.