Devils Star | h.s

Chapter 8.

"Let go," I stated, silently begging so.

But he didn't. I wanted to push him away. Tell him over and over again that he needs to back off. That I didn't need him.

But the truth was, I did.

I felt so lonely at this moment. Like nobody understood me. Like everyone expects too much of me. And then here I was, letting him share his warmth with me. I feel his strong arms hold me secure. Making me believe that maybe I wasn't that alone after all. So, I did something I hadn't done in a very long time.

I start to cry. I was ashamed to be this vulnerable in front of him. To show him that I wasn't as perfect as I wanted everyone to believe I was. But Harry didn't laugh at me or try to find the right awkward words to comfort me.

Instead, he only squeezed me harder and pulled me as close to his body as humanly possible. And the last thing I remember was letting myself sink into his arms before waking up in my bed.

'God I look like shit.' I thought, looking at my reflection in the mirror of my bathroom.

The thought of my mother being right was circulating in my brain. Crying was a weakness and luckily for me, it was the weekend. Meaning I didn't have to face my co-workers looking like this.

I definitely felt better than yesterday. But the after-effects of my embarrassing crying session now haunted me. I couldn't believe I cried, and much less in front of him of all people.

I needed to get my shit together and stop being this gigantic mess.

After deciding on wearing a dark brown body suit, and light brown baggy slacks matching with my all-time favourite beige cardigan I made my way to the living room to find the bra from last night's events gone.

Even though my embarrassment at the situation occupied a huge portion of my brain I couldn't deny that I felt bad for yelling at him. It was obvious I let out my frustration and anger on him and his one-night stand.

"You woke up this early even though it's the weekend?" I heard Harry's raspy voice from behind me.

"Jesus Harry," I jumped, moving away from the snack I was in the middle of making when I heard the rumble of my empty stomach. "I think it's more shocking that you're awake."

"Band practice," he answered simply with a yawn and shrug, causing his bare shoulders to flex. "Peer pressure is forcing me to do it."

"You're not getting any sympathy from me."

"And I didn't expect any, I'm used to your cold nonchalant exterior, Winters."

Besides noticing his lack of a t-shirt, I also realized that he didn't mention yesterday's events. And as thankful as I was for that, I knew I still owed him an apology.

"Look, Harry, I'm sorry for screaming at you yesterday. You and your.. guest weren't the reason I was upset."

"Well, that's shocking." I roll my eyes at his response.

"I'm sorry okay," I repeat once more.

"You have nothing to apologise for Snow." his eyes hold my stare. "Besides, I enjoyed your aggressive side. Nice girls aren't my style. Scream at me whenever you like."

"Why can't you just accept my apology like a normal person?"

"Because normal is boring and boring doesn't count toward my traits."

Oh no, it certainly didn't.

I turned back around to continue making my food before I was interrupted. "Ever heard of personal space, Styles?" I ask when I feel his breath tickle down my neck.