Two Angels [h.s]

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Harry Styles

I pull her softly up as we arrive back at the house. She's fragile and only talks in small whispers when needed. Her eyes haven't blinked in a while and she grasps my thigh hardly as I open the door.

"Let's go to bed." I softly say to her.

She simply stares and me with so many emotions.

"Let's get out of this car and into some warm clothes." I wrap my hand around hers before I softly kiss her cheek, feeling slow tears coming down her cheek.

I begin to climb out of the car, turning around to lift her body out, her body weight against mine before I pick her up in my arms, bridal style. Her head leans against mine, her arms clutching the fabric of my shirt.

My heart breaks for her. I hate how she's always the one who gets hurt, I shouldn't have to hold her like this. She was just starting to get good again.

Walking up the stairs to the porch, when the door opens I'm immediately met with every member of the house standing in the kitchen

For fucks sakes. They're always there.

Making my way to the stairs, I walk up to them quickly, making way for our bedroom. Closing the door, I simply stand here not quite knowing what to do.

So, I look down. The distraught girl in my arms looks lazily up at me and I shake my head in remorse. "What do you want me to do?"

She finally blinks, moving her stare to the edge of the bed. I nod, "alright, baby." I make my way towards it, sitting on the edge as I pull her close.

We stay silent for a few minutes. I comb her hair and she digs her face into my chest.

After those minutes, however, she takes her head out of my chest and those pretty brown eyes coat in tears. Her face contorts in pain and as her chin wobbles my entire body stiffens. The tears finally make a sound and her arms launch around my neck.

"I'm so sorry." She sobs into my chest.

My hands loop around her waist, pushing her tightly against me. "Why are you sorry... Please, don't be sorry for anything."

"I-I always m-make m-messes." Her tears wet my skin, her hands tightening around me. "I c-cause s-so many p-problems."

"Stop that." I stay sternly, kissing the side of her head.

"I k-killed someone." She cries out.

"No. I did."

"N-No you didn't. I-it was me."

I try to get her attention, to make her face me but she shakes her head. "It was m-me." She gasps. "and I feel like i'm turning into somebody that scares me."

I whisper, tucking my head against hers. "Who are you scared to be?" I almost pause, I know she doesn't want to be a killer, but if she's revolted by her actions I can't help but to wonder how she feels about me.

She only sniffs,  "I can't think of anything bad." Whispering, my eyes scrunch in confusion as she takes a breath. "My brain isn't making me re-live it... because I can't give myself a reason to hate myself for it." Her teeth begin to shatter. "I just thought I killed ivory... she was covered in blood. What i did was so stupid." She lets it out once more all I do is hold her.

She's terrified of what she did to him. She's scared because of her violent behaviour, not much for the man.

She thought she killed her friend.

"She's fine."

"When the bullet went off I saw Ivory with it in her head, and when i blinked it was the man." She finally pulls out of my neck, facing me with tears all over and a red nose. "And she was covered in blood because of me." her head hangs and my hand gently brushes her cheek. "That's all I can e-express to you. I don't know what to do." She wipes her eyes hardly, pulling the skin and I take her wrists, placing them in my lap.