Imperfect || h.e.s

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"Hey baby girl," I yawn as I open my dorm room door and immediately hear Harry's slurring voice. "Harry it's 4:30 in the morning what do you want?"

"You baby, I want you," he's steadied himself against my door post as if he would fall down if he tried to stand by himself. "You're drunk Harry go home." I start to close the door but he places his hand gently on it.

"Please, I dumped that whore for you, I just wanted her for sex okay? I'm sorry I'm such an ass, it's my only defense against the assholes in the world. If they're afraid of me then I don't have to deal with them, but if you're afraid of me then I couldn't be more pathetic."

"Why don't you come lay down Harry, go to sleep," I ignore his words, already knowing enough men like him. His speech is filled with nothing but empty promises and I've had too many of those in my life to show any emotion towards them. I hold onto his arm as he stumbles to my couch and lands with an 'oomph' as he lays himself down too quickly.

Before I can walk away his hand is placed on my cheek and I'm gently forced to look at him. "I don't deserve to be here." My lips ask him what he means before I can stop myself and I surely wasn't ready for the answer I received. "I don't deserve to be alive Belle. I've done nothing to deserve the air I breathe, especially when it's next to your beauty." My heart twists at his depressive words, suicidal something I never would have placed on a list of Harry's characteristics.

"Goodnight Harry," I place a kiss on his forehead and wipe a stray tear off his cheek, goosebumps forming on his skin after I do so. I grab an extra comforter from my closet and cover him with the grey fabric as he drifts to sleep. I had already laid in bed for hours, and now with his words running through my mind at a constant, mind-reeling speed they gives my already limitless insomnia new bounds. Harry deserves to have someone care about him, and I would like to be that person; but Harry is so destructive and I am so fragile I doubt that I would be able to come out unscathed.

I look at my phone one final time, the clock reading 6:00 am. A sigh escapes my lips as I close my eyes and bury myself in the white sheets, and I am eventually lulled to sleep by Harry's light snores as the sun begins to rise.

Harry

My head begins pounding as soon as I open my eyes. But I'm able to ignore it as soon as I notice the warmth wrapped around me; comfort fills my limbs as I smell the familiar vanilla scent I've come to love the last few days. A smile reaches my lips as I sit up and look over at Belle's sleeping form. Her tan skin contrasts beautifully with the pure white comforter, her hair almost completely covering her face as she lets out small breaths every few seconds.

Snow falls outside and it's already past ten in the morning. I yawn and lay back down, exhaustion and regret taking over. Belle saw me in a way she never should have last night, every words I spoke was true but I have no recollection of why I would say those things to her. I hardly even know the girl yet I trust her with a side of me that no one should have to know.

Before I know it I'm being woken up by a harsh knock on the door. I'm shocked at Belle's absence until I look at the table beside me. Placed on top is a glass of water a a bottle of pain pills, next to them a note from Belle.

Harry,
I left to get some things for breakfast, or brunch? I'm not sure, but if you wake up before I get back I've left some things for the hangover you're bound to have. You don't have to stay if you don't like, it's your choice but I'm one hell of a cook.

I smile but immediately frown at the sound of another knock. I'm even more pisses off once I open the door to see Dalton.

"What the hell do you want?"

"What are you doing here?"

We ask each other at the same time but I'm not going to let him intimidate me in the slightest.

"I came here to ask the girl on a date, figured I owed her a good time for the bruise I left on her. You know, good enough night and she won't need to talk about it, but it seems you got to the babe first huh," he winks and I almost vomit on the floor in front of me. "You're sick. You broke her nose and she's not going to talk to you, let alone fûck you. Now get out of here and leave her alone or I'll be calling the police myself."

Dalton shrugs and leaves without another word, his ignorance and lack of care for Belle extremely evident. But maybe that's the way Belle looks at me, some ignorant guy looking for a good shag. But that's not how it is and I'm determined to show her that, just so she doesn't get near Dalton. About ten minutes later Belle returns with a grocery bag in her hands.

"I heard there would be brunch," she smiles at my soft words and nods, walking silently to the kitchen. "Harry if you'd like, you can take a shower, some of my brother's clothes are in a box in my closet, he left them at our old home and they should fit you. I know those clothes must not be very comfortable and the food will take a little while to finish." A smile crosses my lips and I nod, finding the clothes, a pair of flannel pants and a black tee, and head to the bathroom. I've never been so thankful for a warm shower.

I come out of the bathroom to the smell of bacon and pancakes, my stomach growling loudly. Two bed trays with plates of food are sat on a blanket that now covers the white comforter, and Belle comes out of the kitchen holding two glasses of orange juice that she sets on her bedside table. Before she sits down I pull her body close to mine and embrace her without a second thought. And before long her arms wrap around my waist and she relaxes into my hold.

"Thank you," I whisper and she only nuzzles her face into my chest. This fragile lit girl is going to be the death of me, I thought.

And I couldn't have been more right.

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