Intense (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter Eight - My conversation has run dry

Lou's POV

When my eyes eventually opened, I didn't recognise my surroundings. The morning sun filled the room with a bright glow, complimenting the simplicity of the room. The bedroom was pretty empty. The cream walls were empty except from the mirror on the wall. There was clothes scattered all over the wooden floor, surrounding the big double bed in the middle of the room. I looked down at the shirt, taking in the scent. Harry. I pushed back the covers and made my way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. I expected to see Harry there but I was welcomed to the sight of left over takeaways from previous nights and several plates and mugs that hadn't been washed up. I called out Harry's name. No answer. I looked in the other rooms in the house, but there was still no sign of him.

Where could he be, I thought to myself. I made my way back to the bedroom and went to get my phone. I emptied the contents of my bag onto the bed. No phone. What the hell was going on?

I sat on the sofa, my knees tighly pressed towards my chest, slowly rocking myself back and forwards, it had been 2 hours since I woke up and Harry was nowhere to be seen. The door slammed behind me, causing me to jump. I turned around to see Harry standing in the door frame. He clutched his coat and keys in his hand and stared at me. His eyes looked heavy, like he didn't sleep last night, his expression tense.

'Get your things, I'll drop you home' he croaked, his eyes dark and emotionless.

'Harry, where have you-' I begun, keeping my tone calm.

Harry interrupted me 'I'll be in the car' and he turned around, closing the door behind him. I ran into the bedroom, pulling my jeans from my bag, putting them on rapidly. I picked up my clothes from last night from the floor before running out of the door and towards Harry, who was waiting in his car just like he'd said he would be.

I climbed into the car and turned to look at Harry. He sat there, facing forwards, focusing on the road ahead. He pulled away from the curb, not saying a word. Thirty minutes later we arrived outside my house, no one still hadn't said anything. I turned to Harry, he still didn't meet my gaze.

'Erm, thanks Harry' I looked at him, confused to why he wouldn't respond. My eyes filling with tears, we had a beautiful day yesterday, what happened?

I turned away and opened the door.

'Lou...' Harry whispered my name. I turned back towards him with a smile on face. He still looked out at the road, his hand reached out towards me, my phone in his hand. He dropped my phone into my hand and his arm returned to the wheel. My smile dropped and I climbed out of the car.

Harry had driven away before I'd reached my door.