Torn [Harry Styles]

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Those hardest to love need it most.
Torn Trailer: http://youtu.be/ZbA6pgFjgKo

The faint sounds of sirens and cutlery cutting food echo through our small, dull apartment. My younger sister peers up occasionally to slowly chew the steak my Mother has prepared, her blonde hair is straight until it hits her neck where little waves start and lead all the ways down, just bellow her frail ribcage.

Mom puts her cutlery down neatly and speaks. "Your uncle is in town! Might be here to stay." She says, although she attempts to sound excited it comes off as more plain and nervous. "Might be offering me a new job!"

"So you won't have to work two jobs!" Willows voice is filled with hope and relief, we both worry about her but right now I feel sick. I place my fingers under the hem of my shirt and stroke the stitching in it, tugging it down slightly from an old habit that comes to me when I feel this type of sickness.

"I'm not sure, but probably not." She smiles. I think of my work and the hotel, the one Harry lives at. Harry.

"Where's he been." My hands twitch and I can't make them stop.

"Uh, out of town, somewhere in London I've heard." She closes her eyes briefly, and it looks as if she has a bad headache. "Anyway I'm off now." She slips her bag over her shoulder, kisses Lo' on the forehead and gives me a brave reassuring smile. She won't be back till morning.

I sit on my bed with my shoulders hunched and my fingers digging into the bed. I have a headache, the thoughts and memory's that I can't quite seem to remember stir slowly and painfully through my head. Flashes of times my father was around come to me and my chest craves the adrenaline to want to cry. I don't cry but I can't stop my heavy breathing. I swallow before trying to shut my mind off and falling asleep. It takes along time though... But I don't remember the exact second you fall asleep, nobody does I don't think.

I wake up from something, my head seating and pounding. Why did Mom have to tell me he was coming. It's only 11:57 I don't know what is going through me at this point in time but I put a jumper on and some loose jeans and boots. I lock the door of my apartment before hurrying down the stairs. Poor Willow is always so alone. I walk and half run. People, men stare at me. I go faster before I come to a stop. Two golden swing doors appear in front of me and I realise I'm at work, the hotel.

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Harry's POV:

I fast knock awakes me, fast but light and almost silent. I ignore it.

It soon comes again and with a groan I push myself up, this better be fucking worth it.

Danica's soft pale face comes into view, I open the door wider. "Dani?" My voice is rougher than usual but I feel pathetic.

She breathes in and swallows before speaking. "I can't, he was." Her voice is a mess, her lips quiver slightly- they are so bare and small. "I am so sorry for waking you Harry, I need to deal with my self, I don't know what my head is saying." Danica's hands reach her head where she smoothes her hair so violently it looks like she's taking cover. She looks down the hallway, somehow I can tell she can't go home, or she won't.

"Danica?" I push her arms down slightly, my voice is as gentle as I can make it. "C'mere" I pull her into hug, she doesn't contribute much for I feel her arms tense for a second before relaxing. The feeling or her relaxing, being at ease makes something inside me stir. I hugged Danica to tell her that everything's alright, I had no idea that this feeling would ever return because for the first time in years, I felt safe.

Hello children👋
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http://youtu.be/ZbA6pgFjgKo
Sorry for the shortish chapter