War Lips (Harry Styles A.U.)

Chapter 8

"Let's go." Lilia's voice was a canvas of beauty. Never had I heard a voice that I happened to have been so infatuated with besides Harry's.

"Where?" I groaned as I pulled on the blankets cover my exposed face. Why did she have to come bother me now? Was it not enough that I had refused her calls or letters? Did that not say clearly that I did not want anyone to bother me? With ever passing day of being in bed to only do the basic necessities of a human, I was weaker. How pathetic to land myself in this position of a sure death bed. Maybe she was a glory of life sent to me by some sort of events of paranoia deep inside of my shaken soul.

"Where are going to do what we American women are best at doing-"

"Being nosy and ignorant?" I interrupted her patriotic words before she made it into a speech and honestly I was not in the mood for such stupidity.

"Ha! Well... Besides that.." I snorted in attempt to hide my laugh from projecting around the room and into her sensitive ears. "Stop that!" She growled cutely. Lilacs swirled around my brain embracing it into a romantic feeling of euphoria. How could someone have such voice? The intonation of her symphonic voice was incredible.

"Apologizes." I manage to say without laughing so much or revealing the high she has me in. If I could see, I would have seen her stick her tongue out at me and roll her eyes. But then again, that's what I imagine she would do to everything I say.

"It is not my fault that you aren't from the best county in the world now, Millie." I scoffed at her comment.

"Let me know when the U.S does not get it's nose in someone's business for their benefit. I don't think that the Brits or Mexicans have been doing a bunch of set ups to make themselves look good. I mean," I could hear her feet make noise on the wooden floor of Harry's and I's bedroom. "Yes, maybe your country is the one that everyone sees as a dream however there was no need for your people to go to war. If anything, they have caused more deaths from both sides. Before we know it the blitz will happen here. My husband was sent to war because this stupid government could not control its greed. My husband could be dead!"

Tears were just flowing down my face now as I cringed at her soft touch. Lilia had her hand under the blanket with her soft feminine hand on my calf, rubbing it with such adoration. I could not stop myself from shaking with every sob that ripped through my weak body. How disgusted I was with myself. Being weak when my husband, my Harry needed me more than ever. There was no God to console me. There was no one to contain my raging feels of hatrate. I was alone with my own thoughts for so long that I had outlasted on a dear friend. Someone I loved so much.

"Hey," the lilac voice was soft and elegant. In my mind I invisioned a ballerina dancing on wind. Harry use to describe me his nieces' ballet recitals when we would go. The elders would hush us because of how I would tug on Harry's sleeves on what were the movements of the girls and he would explain their moments with grace and elegance. "I know it hurts, Millie."

I scoffed.

"Do you now?"

"Yes, my dad is in the war as well." Silence.

"I'm sorry." Sniffing, I pulled the blankets down and sat up against the headboard of the bed. Her hand continued to caress my calf.

"Let's get you changed and freshen up." She cleared her voice weakly.

"I don't want to go anywhere."

"I'm not asking you." With that, I was dragged out of the mint scented bed and pulled on the lu. Her hands then began to tangle in my hair. The way her finger tips lightly caressed my scalp cradled me into a sleeping translucent state of mind. I began to think of Harry.

Maybe in a way Harry had never really been my teddy bear. He had just brought out the comfort and joy in me to the point where I was feeling better. My self esteem had escalated dramatically to where I actually was starting to talk back to my mother on the phone. I was so infatuated with the thought that Harry was my lucky charm. I didn't need to depend on someone to feel better but Harry had guided me to see myself through his.. eyes.

"What are you doing to my hair?"

"I'm fixing it because God, you seemed to have chickens breeding in there honey." The lilac purple voice was had a slight higher pitch at the end of the sentence. Sass?

"Thanks..." My voice drifted off into a slight murmur. After what seemed like hours of her hands everywhere and the drunken liliac voice sending me into a high of death, she clapped.

"Done!" I sat up, aching from my back and butt.

"I won't know what you did to me but thank you so much. I feel better honestly." Honestly I did feel better. I felt refreshed.

"You're welcome now we are going to go to a bar. You need to go out Millie."

"I refuse to."

"Sorry that I didn't ask for what you wanted or not." And with that, her small hand gripped my arm and led me out of the bathroom and through my house to leave.

"Please Lilia, I don't want to go." She was dragging me down the street. All I could hear was the sounds of birds chirping, cars honking and going down the streets, the conversation of people and the putter patter of our shoes.

"Sounds like a personal problem." And that was all she said to me the whole way. No matter how much I would protest or try to stop her, she kept pulling me. Until finally we arrived to the bar.

I should have never gone to that bar that day.