The Wires Case [ h.s ]

chapter 26

Harry Styles

I realized one thing about Brooke, and it's that she loves disappearing. Which, to be honest I don't know how it makes me view her knowing that her mother has disappeared and that she is the main suspect.

When I woke up sunday it felt like I slept for 12 hours, which was in fact what I did. I didn't realize how tired I was.

It was a surprise at first honestly, because instead of being met by my ceiling when I opened my eyes, I was met by the side of my bed.

Which led me to remember what happened the night prior.

I slept on the floor, because Brooke told me to stay with her and my heart wasn't able to tell the literal girl of my dreams no, but I still knew that if she woke up beside me things would have gotten weird and she'd probably think I'm a fucking creep— which I don't need her thinking things that will make her drift more far away from me.

That's why, without letting go of her hand, I grabbed the other pillow and the blanket I kept on the end of the bed and I placed both on the floor where I then laid, staring at her sleeping face as that crease she always has between her browns disappeared.

I think I never felt more calm in my life than when I was staring at her.

When I understood that she was gone after looking in the bathroom I felt the same lonely feeling I always had. I know it would have been stupid of me to think she would have stayed, but I thought that after last night things would have changed.

I think I'm a terrible person.

Those six words have been stuck in my head since I sat on my bed after looking for her, knowing the meaning behind them and feeling that spark light again just a little bit.

After I ate breakfast, I grabbed her top and I washed it. I guessed she didn't go to the bathroom or tried to look for it, I guess she was in a hurry because she only took her rings and nothing else.

Which means she has my flannel.

Awe.

I was still a bit in shock after the whole night we shared. The way she would always lean on my touch or lay her forehead against mine and the way her eyes stared at mine were moments I thought only happened in romantic movies.

I miss every little touch she gave me last night.

Now it's finally monday, my hours at university have finally ended and I'm walking behind Brooke before she can leave because I'm not letting her go this time.

She exits the doors as people crowd the main hall and I'm bumping into every single person.

How the fuck does she walk so fast?

"Brooke!" I call her.

She just keeps walking, I don't think she can hear me because I'm sure she has her earphones on.

Once I'm out of the building and it's way easier to walk, I sprint towards her.

"Bry," I say as I gently grab her upper arm. She flinches at my touch and turns to look at whoever grabbed her, but then relaxes when she sees who I am.

Still, that relief on her last just a couple of seconds before her facade is back on.

"What do you want?" She asks as she takes out her earphones and puts them in her bag.

"You've been ignoring me all day." I say.

"I didn't know I had to talk to you." She shakes her head.