Heroine (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Fifteen

a/n- chapters 10-15 are all getting posted at once, so please make sure not to miss any of them.)

I have everything to loose. 

But loosing this opportunity suddenly outweighs everything. 

I shove the blanket off of me, and jump from the bed. I stand, ready. Sizing up the possible distance between him and I. Theres no other math to do here. Not this time. I'm willing to risk it all.

I begin to run. 

The distance from my bed to the door, has never felt so stretched out. This obstacle is the most my body's done in forever, and I'm paying for it. My muscles cry, my bones grind, but nothing will slow me down. 

I near my door, and then I'm pulling it open. 

Am I really doing this? What is it I really want out of this?

The vast hall is only illuminated, the slightest, by a lamp that sits atop a table near the stairway. I inhale a breath of air, like it's the confidence I need to keep going. And then I'm pushing myself beyond the threshold of my door. 

As I make my way into the hall, I just miss him. His door clicks into its casing with a whisper.

I take a step. And then another. I'm reminded of the night I took one step at a time to cross the ledge of my home. To escape, only to land in his very possession. Here I am once again, this time willingly. 

I just need to talk, I think. 

Or maybe I need some answers, not that he'd give them to me. 

I deserve that much after nearly two months, no? 

Step. Step. Step. Each one I grow a little bit braver. 

My chest heaves, the closer I get.

Until I'm breathless, standing before his door. 

My hand shakes as I reach for the handle, but I prevail. The lock clicks, as I gulp down any remaining fear. Then I push the door open. The room is dark, but I spot him right away. He's bent at his knee's, his head down in his chest, hands tangled in his hair, not even two feet from the door. The light from the hall announces me first, his diverts his attention up to me. He stands to his full height. His chest rises and falls in unison with mine. 

I open my mouth to speak. Nothing comes out. My eyes are too busy taking in every bit of him that I haven't seen in weeks. Nothing and everything has changed. 

Until his brows furrow down at me. There he is. 

I shake my head, blonde locks swaying around my face with the action. 

He's speechless. Embarrassed? Surprised too. 

His eyes survey my entirety. I try my best not to coward at the thought of my appearance. I haven't slept in weeks. I've lost a much needed few pounds. And I've gone mad sitting in my bedroom all by myself. I must look sick. Crazy. 

For a second I would swear he was looking at the sunrise. 

Until... his lip curls in disgust. He reaches out for me. My body unfolds, ready for some sort of human connection. His fingers grasp my wrist, and he jerks me toward him.

This is not the interaction my body was longing for.

"What are you doing? he snares. 

I don't fight him. I peer up into his electric eyes, and sort through what it is I'm truly seeking. 

Answers.

My father's whereabouts. 

How much longer this will go on.