Labyrinth [Harry Styles] (Completed)

Chapter Twenty two

Songs for this chapter:

~Me - the 1975

~Staying up - the Neighborhood

~Robbers - the 1975

For her, demons of the past grew bigger. He was there, caught in love.

Most of my nights are sleepless. Is not that I don't want to sleep, because, honestly I'm waiting to get some normal, no thinking, dreamless rest.

Coffee in the morning helps me through the days. If it wasn't for that magical liquid, I'd be judgmental, grumpy, moody and probably napping through the most of the days.

 I know how over thinking can ruin you, not just mentally but physically too, I've been there. Once you get into that pointless circle of thoughts and hunting demons in repeating patterns, it sucks you in deeper, spinning you even faster.

Will. I try not to think about him too much, but it seems that he's the only thing I think about. If something, you should think about your boyfriend, not the man who took everything from you. I remind myself, but what is to think about Harry? We talked over everything, we had a long freaking conversation, I think two even, so it wasn't much to think about it. My feelings towards him maybe, but what is to think about when I don't even know what to think. Something has changed I can feel that but I just can't explain what.

Sleeping for maybe an hour and waking up, panting was something I got used to in a past week.

I wake up again, heavy breaths leaving my mouth in quick rhythm. Harry's arms are wrapped around my waist, his head resting on my chest and his lower body covering mine. Sheets are splattered around our bodies in a mess.

God he's heavy. 

Few unsuccessful attempts to get myself from under him, but it seems he's only holding me more.

Who's this shadow holding me hostage?

I remember a line I heard in a song once. And I can answer now.

This is my Harry holding me hostage.

With few slow movements I finally free myself from his tight grip. He shifts, but he doesn't wake up. I take my phone from the night stand, opening a drawer I take a small box out. I leave Harry with a kiss on a cheek and it seems like he smiles. I grab his giant, dark red hoodie, putting it on, I wonder down the hall to a balcony.

2 am. Fantastic, it's Saturday already.

I put a box in a hoodie pocket and I sit on a chair with my phone. I have a text.

Niall it says.

'You were off this week. And don't say you are okay, because you ain't fooling nobody. Is Harry taking good care of you?'

'Honestly I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind and I'm not sleeping well. He's been nothing but the best to me'