Aphotic(h.s au)

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!!!Trigger warning!!!
I REALLY LIKE KINDER BUENOS
Ugh so sorry about the late update again I've just had some stuff going on and I just needed to get my head round it, but here I am!!!!
Harrys PoV

"Shoot" I motioned for her to start her story.
She looked deep in thought as if not knowing where to start before she finally talked.

"My full name is Taron Florence Chase. My middle from my gran. I started uni at 19 so I'll be 21 next year on 21st Feb. I do Psychology for a degree and football for fun."

"I don't what to know that. I want to know what makes you. What you enjoy doing. I want your deepest darkest secrets and lightest brightest days. I want to know what made you today not what any old Dick would know." I know she knew what I meant first time round but I hate to hand it to her, she could dodge a question.

"Oh he swears!" She retorted.
"Not really, I was referring to Dick as in the name." I answered.

"Say shît."
"No."
"Go one, just say it."
"No."
"I won't tell you otherwise..."

She had a unidentifiable tone lingering in the end of that sentence.

Curiosity took over and I mumbled a "shît".

"I didn't hear that" she teased
"Shît." I said louder. "You have to tell me now."
"I didn't promise though..."
"Do I look like I care?"

"Nope." She said, popping the p. "I was never good at communicating my feelings but my uncle used to tell me: when ever you feel like crying look up at the stars, yknow to stop the tears, but almost every night since, I've counted them." She was oddly emotionless and stared straight ahead, never breaking eye contact once with the clouds suspended in the air above us.

"Since you won't say anything, I'll tell you." She responded with a grateful smile. "Well my full name is Harry Edward Styles. I was born on February 1, 1994. But I don't know why but I feel like I can trust you so here goes."

I pull down my skinny jeans and her eyes widen in horror.
"I'm not a rapist." I said reassuring her.

"Yeah I know but this isn't my definition of a one-2-one."

I pointed to my hips and shuffled my boxers down so that they hung just under my hips. I ran my fingers along the white lines that covered them completely and her face looked shocked then sad then emotionless.

She reached out to touch the but quickly pulled back and started to walk off in the opposite direction back to the
house. That didn't end well.

Tarons PoV

I ran back to the house. Now I know why he helped me. A million questions rushed through my mind- like a bullet through glass.
Is he clean?
Does he still do it?
Shit what if I just was a massive trigger to him and he pitied me so that's why he helped?

It was still early, around 7ish and Harry hadn't seemed to have followed me back, so I set about making pancakes and French toast. I needed a distraction. He couldn't- no I wouldn't let him find out anything. Two people knowing everything was enough. Everyone else knew just enough to be satisfied, I made sure of it.

I put the pan on the hob, before cracking 5 eggs for the pancake mix and whisking then adding milk, flour and sugar.

By the time I'd finish cooking them in the frying pan the pile was as high as my hand from wrist to tip of my middle finger.