Because (Harry Styles fanfiction)

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Sorry for all the stupid mistakes, I'm writing on my phone.

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I spend the whole sunday making my homework and trying to get rid of my headache. I hate alcohol. I hate Harry.

I wanted to go to bed early so I won't have to think about anything that happened last night.

The conversation with Harry this morning comes up in my mind. It was weird, the way he told his story. It was like this was the first time it came out of his mouth. I wonder what happened with his dad. Could his dad be the reason for his anger? Or has he always been like this? I wonder if Jaden might know what happened, but I'm affraid to ask him.

While thinking about all of this I feel myself slowly falling asleep.

I wake up from my phone that suddenly starts ringing. I look at my phone, but It's black. No one is calling me. I sit up straight in bed and look around in the darkness of my room. I see the lightning of a phone in the left corner of my room, but the phone lies in someone's hand.

My whole body starts shaking and I want to scream, but keep my hand infront of my mouth when I see the person is Harry. He's looking down at his hands, but not picking up his phone. He just let's it ring. "OH MY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I yell-whisper.

"Photography." he whispers.

"What?"

"You asked me what makes me happy. Photography does. I like taking pictures." He looks up at me and my heart starts beating fast. "Oh my god." I say when I see the left side of his face covered in blood.

I step out of my bed and walk over to him. "What happend to you?" I whisper as I want to touch his face and take a good look at it but he pushes my hand away. "Don't touch me."

His eyes are dark and there are red circles under them. I can see on the look on his face that he's in pain.

I slowly bring my finger to the wound on his face again and slide it over his cheeck. For a second his face starts shaking and he wants to grab my finger again, but he decides to give up closes his eyes. "Let me help you." I whisper.

He squeezes his eyes a little bit, but then gives me a little nod. I take that as a yes and walk over to my bathroom.

I take some tissues and make them a bit wet to clean his face. Then I grab the first-aid kit and walk back to Harry. He's still sitting in my chair looking to the ground.

I put the stuff on the ground and begin with cleaning his face with a tissue. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes. "Are you going to tell me what happened?" I ask him as I slowly touch the wound. "It's none of your business." He snapps.

"It kind of is since you show up at my house in the middle of the night, scaring the crap out of me." I say as I search for an "How did you get in anyway?"

"You're window was open." He says. I wanted to open my mouth to ask another question, "No more questions, please." This is the first time I actually heared him say please, so I decided to shut up.

I place the wet tissue on his wound and saw him squeezing his eyes again, which probably meant it hurt a lot.

"So photography?" I asked to take his mind of the pain, but he just nods.

"Do you like looking at pictures or do you prefer taking pictures yourself?"

"I uh, I like taking pictures, you'd be surprised how much more shit you can see when you look through a lens." He says and I smile.

I didn't know how to treat him right now. I mean he seems nice, but the wound and the anger. I don't know who he really is, but something about him is interesting. He makes me want to know him, because I feel like no one does. And what if I could? I mean out of all places he could go, he went to my house. That means something, right?

"Well, then why don't we go take some pictures sometime, so you can show me." I smile as I put the on his face.

He softly touches his wound to feel if It's completely clean then stands up. He walms over tocmy window when it suddenly starts raining really hard, seriously? Right now?

He turn to me. "Looks like I'm going to crash here tonight." He doesn't even ask?

"Uh, I don't have a matress." I say. "That's fine, I can lay next to you." My heart starts beating really fast. "I-Uh I don't think that's a good idea." I say, but he ignores me. He just walms over to my bed and takes his clothes off till he's only in his boxer then steps into my bed. my bed.

"You coming or what?" What is it about him that he just does things that caught me completely off guard?

I realize that I've been awkwardly standing in my room for a few minutes now, watching him, and decide to just give into him and step into my bed. "No touching." I say. He looks at me with a smirk but then puts his hands up as a promise. I turn around so that I won'g have to look at him and I feel hin doing the same.

"Hey Harry?" I say.

Silence.

"Why me? Why, of all places, did you go to my house?" I ask.

"Just get some sleep Allison. It's late."

"But," I try.

He makes snorking noises to make it seem like he's asleep, but I know he's faking it.

Asshole

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