a/n- chapters 10-15 are all getting posted at once, so please make sure not to miss any of them.)
It always goes silent, first. Suddenly I can't hear the crickets outside, or the rustle of the breeze coming in through the open windows. The air goes still. My heart slows down. My ears prick, waiting. The door creeks open, and then the music starts back up and it's the most intense of all now. My heart pounds, as he silently closes the distance between us. My fingers tingle as the melancholy melody rips through me. My body anticipates something I'm not so sure of. Something I'd probably be conflicted by, once upon a time.
He's hovering over me, as I lay on my side with my back towards him.
I haven't spoke in thirty some odd days, but I'm not waiting another. I hope my vocal cords don't fail me.
I swallow first, readying myself.
"Harry?" I say scratchy, and much lower than I planned to.
I can't see him but I know he's suddenly holding his breath.
Then he's leaving.
"Please stay," I plead. Our backs are still facing one another, but I know I've stopped him dead in his tracks. I can't seem to find the courage to face him, though. Maybe I'm scared-scared that seeing him could cut through this delusion. This delusion that has me believing I could find something worthy enough to .... befriend him?
Because I have gone mad, right? Delusional to think that he has anything to offer me.
I'm left with the sting of denial, when he leaves the room without a word.
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Heroine (A Harry Styles Fanfic)
Fanfiction"Nicola..." he warns. "Why did you say those things back there?" I push him further. "Fuck what I said back there. And fuck Leonardo." "You sound like-" "Like your father?" He finishes for me, almost yelling now. "I know Nicola. I know. You remind m...
