I laid in bed til noon.
Not ideal in the Styles household but I was kind of embarrassed with how I treated him last night.
I knew I'd eventually have to emerge from my room and face him.
After showering I inched the door open to listen for activity in the house.
It was dead silent.
I made my way down to the foyer and stood there a second to listen again.
Where was everyone?
I searched throughout the house and only came to a halt when I saw someone sitting in the library staring out the window.
It was Harry.
He was laid out on a chaise lounger with his face propped up against his hand.
I could see him from the side and he was sat there with no emotion on his face.
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I approached him slowly, unaware of what state he was in.
When I was finally at his side he slowly turned his head to look at me.
His eyes were bloodshot and his lips bitten raw.
He didn't say anything. He only stared at me.
It was eerie for a moment because I couldn't read him exactly.
"H-hey..." I said breaking the silence.
He didn't blink. Only turned his head back in the direction of the window.
"How long you been out here?" I asked him.
He didn't answer me.
"Haz? You okay?"
He heard footsteps behind him approaching the both of them and he turned to see Olivia with a tray of tea.
She set it to the side of him on the table next to his chair.
"Thank you." He whispered, reaching out to grab a cup.
"Anything for you, baby" she said resting her hands on her hips and looking up at me.
"Good morning. Or...afternoon" she said to me
I nodded briskly and turned my attention back to Harry.
"Babe, are you ok?" I asked, touching his shoulder.
"He had a long night. Didn't sleep well. Tossed and turned until the morning..." Olivia said as if I asked her the question.
I just looked up at her without a response.
Fed up I stood in front of him and squatted down to try to get his eyes to land on me.
"You mad at me?" I finally asked.
He stared down at me finally and it looked like he was about to cry.
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Positano and the satisfying Switch
FanfictionI wasn't in Bradford this summer. I was in Positano, Italy. Vacationing/house-sitting for my English Professor Sr. Clemmons. These are the perks of being Zayn Malik. Head of my class and also being that one student who loved Harry Styles as much as...
