Proving Me Wrong (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Harry's POV

Juliet Anne Kelvins. The name alone brought a smile to my face. She's just.. I don't know, I still couldn't think of the perfect word to describe her. She just makes me feel comfortable, that I could be myself, and I don't need to keep a mask on just to please everybody. She's such a,... such a good friend.

Right now I'm sprawled on her couch in the living room. Thoughts of her crowding my mind which is why I'm here, wide awake at 3:45 in the morning.

The television in front of me was turned on, but the screen is displaying a blank blue screen since the channel had already logged off hours ago.

I remember when I broke down in front of her a while ago. I really didn't mean it to happen, but sometimes your emotions just takes over you. I kind of regretted what happened because a man should be strong, specially if its in front of a girl. Crying alone makes me feel weak, what more if it was breaking down, and what most if its before the eyes of Juliet.

But you know what? Juliet made me feel that its okay, and that I'm strong for doing so. Just telling her what I felt lifted the weight off my shoulders. And when she told me she's there for me, that she'll help me, it made me feel lightweight. I felt like all these things I've been carrying for the past years had disappeared just by those words. And most of all, I saw one thing I've been wanting to see all these time. Hope.

For the past few hours all I heard was the ticking of the clock somewhere around me. Occassionally I would hear cars passing by, muffled noises of what I think were people passing by, and the small noises these insects make.

I sighed. Tomorrow or should I say later, we're leaving for the UK tour. I mentally laughed remembering I was psyched for this day to come just days before, but now that I formally met Juliet, I'd dread for this day to come.

All it took me was a whole day to know that she's someone I'd need, and just one look to know that she's out of the ordinary. It seems all to fast for me to be concluding things already, normally it would take me at least a week to say things about someone, but Juliet? Don't even let me answer that question yet, it still confuses me.

My thoughts were stopped by a noise I haven't heard of all night. Could it be the clock? No def'n not, a car? Nope. Muffled noises? No. Insects? Not even close. Then what was it? It sounded like hiccups. Wait those weren't hiccups, Harry you idiot it sounds like sobbing.

I followed the noise since my curiosity was taking over me. Yeah I know curiosity killed the cat but I'm not a cat, so probably it won't kill me.

The noise led me upstairs, then throught the hallway and now, I'm standing in front of Juliet's room. It seems to me the noise was really coming inide, I really hope my hearing won't fail me. I'd probably look creepy staring at Juliet in the middle of the night for no actual reason.

I slowly turned the handle and peeked inside. And guess what? My hearing didn't fail me.

Juliet was sat on her bed, knees to her chest while holding, as what it looks like from here, her phone. Her head laid onto her knees which is why she couldn't see me, yet. She was shaking a bit, and her sobbing gave it away that tears were falling from her cheeks.

I usually laugh at people and leave them when I catch them in a state like this, which is one of the reasons the lads kept their distance from me saying that I was an 'asshole'. But in this case, it broke me to see her like that, and all I wanted to do was lift her up from that mood.

I silently entered the room, closing the door behind me. I saw she didn't move an inch or even flinch, probably not noticing my presence.

I made my way to her bed and sat down behind of her. I placed my legs on either side of her and my arms wrapped around her with her back pressed to my chest. I didn't care what I'd look like doing this, but the want to make her feel smile was taking over me for me to think so.