The Brightest Dark (Harry Styles) BOOK 1

Chapter 28

*Dorm*

I lay in my bed with my eyes puffy and red from all the crying I've done. I have my dad's letters he sent me when he was at the base laid out all over my bed. When I'm upset or feeling lonely, I read these to help me get better. He was always the one to help me get back up and he managed to that to everyone.

"No matter what happens, keep your head up because life is meant to be lived fun and wildly."

"If you miss me, just remember I'm always here for you even if I'm not actually next to you. I'm still watching over you. So that means no loving with a boy till you're married."

"The worst events in our lives shape us and make us learn. They happen for a reason, don't ever doubt one second that your life is over because it's not. It's being transformed for the better."

My tears spill faster and I hug the letters to my chest. If they're for a reason why does it have to hurt so bad? I bet he would of responded with, "because humans can't learn without pain, right?" I know that's true, but it creates such an awful feeling that I just want to shut myself away from the world. If my dad heard that he would give me another speech, "you can't go anywhere by playing it safe, darling." He had told me this when I was at my volleyball game and I actually won that game for my team. It was awesome.

*Morning*

I wake up to hear my phone vibrating and I groan as I grab my phone off my night stand. Harry's name is on the lock screen and I press ignore. I have 6 missed calls from him and I'm not going to answer any of them. I lay my phone on my bed and I sit up. A bursting headache fills my head right as I move, I rub the sides of my head, but it doesn't help. I stand up to get some Advil, but I get the sudden urge to throw up. I run to the bathroom and I empty out my stomach into the toilet. I feel horrible as I keep puking and it surprises me at the amount of throw up I'm staring at. I don't think this is a normal amount, but it's probably just the stupid alcohol. After hurling out, I go into the kitchen to down an Advil. Then I go over to my phone to text Evie.

"Come to the dorm. ASAP! Please!" I text.

I sit on the bed and put my head in my hands. I decide to clean up the dorm a bit, to sooth my mind. If it's one thing, I can't stand dirty places, I need everything to be neat. I get that from my dad too, which is a blessing and a curse.

Few minutes later, the door handle jiggles and slams open. I jump and turn around to see a huffing Harry. His eyes are dark and a hint of worry playing on his face. I can clearly tell he didn't get enough sleep by the dark shadows under his eyes, making him look more frightening.

"Are you okay? I got your text?" Harry closes the door.

What? What text? I didn't send him anything?

"What are you talking about?" I frown.

"You texted me, come to the dorm asap, please," he quotes.

"That was for Evie," I face palm myself.

"Why, what's going on?" His voice full of worry.

"Nothing Harry, just leave!" I shout.

He flinches at my voice. I feel bad for it, but all he's ever been to me is rude. Why can't I be mean back? He deserves it.

"I want to know Lina. What I said last night is true. I want to help," his voice silky.

"I don't want to talk about it," I look at the floor.

"Why not? I'm worried here Lina! Can't you see that? Please, I want to help!" He yells.

"Harry, I've had too much happen to me within these hours. I don't want to deal with more trouble," I say.