The Brightest Dark (Harry Styles) BOOK 1

Chapter 4

*Morning*

I wake up to hear the front door opening. Then I hear a thump and a male curse under their breath. I turn to my side to see a curly head boy rubbing his knee. His head bobs up and I notice Harry's harsh features. He closes the door behind him, Evie's not here? Why is he here again?

"Oh, you're awake, good. Can you get Evie's clothes for me?" His voice comes out more like a command.

I turn my body to face the other side. I am not talking to him nor will I fall into his trap.

"You never answered my texts last night. Were you too busy with Damon?" He teases.

Without saying a word, I close my eyes and try to relax. There is no way I'm going to be able to fall asleep with him here. He might grab me and throw me out the window or even set this room on fire and let me burn in it. I hear his footsteps getting closer to me.

"You're giving me the silent treatment? I'm not a child, I won't go away easily," he chuckles.

I open my eyes to see him staring right at me. I catch my breath before I could scream.

"Just go away," I groan.

"I'll go if you grab Evie's clothes for me," he says.

"I'm pretty sure you know where it is. You're best friends with her," I speak.

"I don't go through her things Lina, where is it?" He asks.

"You're stupid then," I get out of bed.

As I stand up my vision goes black and I grab onto something before I can fall. Slowly my eyesight comes back  and I turn to see I'm holding Harry's forearm. He stares with at me with confusion and worry? No he isn't worried, he could run me over with his car and wouldn't care.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Ya, sorry," I let go of him.

Without explaining anything I walk over to Evie's dresser to grab a black crop top and black distressed jeans. Harry walks over to me and I hand him the clothes, but his hand lands on mine awkwardly. He quickly takes his hand back with the clothes. Of course he still isn't able to meet my eyes, but I can feel them roaming my body.

"What happened back there?" He asks.

His green eyes fill into mine. For the first time I saw a bit of concern in them. Is it true? He's probably just faking it and wants to make fun of me to his friends. 

"My vision went black," I answer.

"Why?"

I gaze into his eyes, hesitating. If i tell him he'll make fun of me and if I don't tell him he's going to annoy me forever.

"I have a weak kidney and every so often when I stand up too quickly I trigger my brain. The blood that is around my brain falls down as I get up and that causes my eyes to black out," I explain.

"You have a weak kidney?" He frowns.

"Ya, I was  born with it," I add.

"Do you get treatment for it?" He asks.

"It's not important Harry," I turn away to go back to bed.

"Well at least tell me you're not in a situation where you can die from it," his tone a lot softer than usual.

"No, it's not that serious. It just messes with how much alcohol and water I take in," I shake my head.

"Good, because killing you is my job," he smirks.