The Fight of Ambivalence ~ Harry Styles

22 - Hiding

Every single day can be measured down to the hour, minute, and second, but no matter how it's broken down, one day is always the same length. It's so strange how despite that fact some days feel like there's no time at all and others feel endless.

Some just feel crazy, like there's so much to do and not time to do it. Like you have to race against the clock even though it stays consistent no matter how much you beg it to give you more.

Sheila is sort of having one of those kinds of days today since she totally forgot about an assignment she has to complete. Usually she starts them super early and never has to worry about due dates, but somehow this one just slipped through the cracks.

What made it worse was all of the girls were home and had people over who were so incredibly loud. She didn't want to be a buzz kill and ask them to quiet down and she's still a bit wary of her relationship with Ava so she didn't want to ask her and August to leave their room.

Luckily though she does have Harry's place. She went back and forth about it in her head for a while. She was given a key to his place but for some reason she's scared to use it so soon. They talked about it and he gave her permission to go over whenever she wanted, but it feels weird for her to do it.

She would feel so much better if she could text him first, but she knows he's in meetings and class all day so he won't be on his phone. She could obviously stay home, but if Harry found out she didn't take advantage of his nice, quiet home to study she knows he would feel bad.

Despite her nervous stomach she does end up making her way to Harry's and working on her assignment on his very comfortable couch.

A couple hours later he comes into his apartment, huffing as his bag gets caught on the door. He drops everything he has with him in the entryway. His keys, bag, jacket, and shoes all land in a giant pile.

He lets out a surprised gasp when he walks into the living room to find Shelia with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, hunched over on the couch with her nose in one of her textbooks.

He smiles as he walks over to the couch, trying not to startle her. He crouches down in front of her trying to catch her eye line. She smiles when she sees him, pulling out her headphones and then flushing pink.

"Hi sweetheart," he says warmly.

"Hi. I'm sorry I meant to text you. The girls were really loud and I was trying to finish a paper, but I knew you were busy so I didn't want to bother you," she says sheepishly.

"Don't apologize baby," he says, leaning up to press a kiss to her forehead and then settling back onto the floor in front of her. "You can come here whenever you want."

"Thank you," she says, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. "Want to come sit?"

Harry nods and waits for her to move her books. He hums and then looks at her, saying, "Can you scoot back?"

She nods, a little confused but willing. She shifts backwards until she hits the armrest.

"Perfect. Thanks doll and here, can I move your legs a bit?" He asks and she giggles.

"Sure?" She replies.

"Thanks," he says and then moves her leg so one foot is planted on the cushion and the other one is stretched out. Seemingly happy with his work, he moves to sit in between her legs and lean his back against her chest with an exaggerated sigh.

"Ohhh, so you just wanted me to hold you. I see," she says.

He sighs contentedly and takes her hand in his. "Long day," he tells her and she hums understandingly, starting to scratch lightly at his scalp.