The Unknown (A Dark Harry Styles fanfiction)

The Unknown - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

~ YOUR POV ~
I threw the door of the scullery shut behind me and lay the bunch of keys on the counter. Without locking the door I made a cup of tea for myself before I went upstairs to my room. Fortunately, I didn’t have any homework to do and my father would be home around 7:00PM. 
I lay my hand on the back of my head, my fingers wrapped around the small, black rubber hair band before I pulled my hand down, letting my locks fall over my shoulders. I opened the door of my closet and yanked a warm sweater off the shelf. I pushed my arms through the sleeves and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and put them on. I reached my foot to hit the light switch, causing the light turning off. In a slow pace I walked up to my bed and reached out to the curtains from my window just above the headboard of my bed. My knees sunk into the soft mattress as I pulled the curtains towards each other. The pieces of cloth blocked the rags of the sun, causing my room to be completely dark before I crawled under the sheets.
I pulled the blanket up to my chin before taking a sip of my hot tea. I flinched as the hot water came in touch with the tip of my tongue. Quickly I set the cup on the small nightstand next to my bed as an earphone fell out of my ear. I cursed softly under my breath before pressing it back in its previous position, making sure it couldn’t fell out again. I raised my thumb to wipe a salty tear away from the top of my cheek as I looked up to the ceiling through the dark. Only the screen of my laptop, which warmed my lap through the thick sheets, lit up the room, shining on my pale face. Maybe was matching a romantic movie not a good idea. When I saw the couple in the movie, cuddling with each other, hugging each other, kissing each other’s lips, having a laugh together, my heart broke even more. I really missed Harry. First I thought I’d get over it, but now I realized I wouldn’t. I missed his hugs, his lips, his laugh, his voice, his arms wrapped around me, his touch, his curls, everything, him. I missed him. 
My breath stuck in my throat as sobs escaped. I tried to breathe normally, but I couldn’t. Tears were falling on the top of my cheeks before they streamed down my face, finally dripping on the fabric of my sweater or the blanket which covered my body, disappearing slowly. I pressed the palms of my hands against my hot cheeks, wiping my tears away as I squeezed my eyes shut. My chest raised and fell fast as I lay my flat hands on my face, blocking everything I only could see darkness.
My abs tighten when I leaned forward and pulled my knees up, causing the laptop fall off my laptop, pulling the earphones with it, out of my ear. I sobbed even more while I lay my face on my knees, but my hands were still between them. 
I felt water drops falling on my hands, streaming down my face. Why did I do it? Why did I break up with him when I truly love him? Why didn’t I fight for him? Why did I listen to my dad? Why did I hurt him? Why am I so stupid to listen to someone who doesn’t even knows how I feel?
I parted my lips to inhale more air. My hands travelled up to my hair, my fingers clenching around some strands of hair near my hairline. Even though I didn’t see myself, I knew the top of my cheeks were black and my eyes were red and puffy as more tears streamed down my face. I pressed my lips against each other and inhaled through my nose as my hands went down to cheeks, my fingers against my temples. In a second my hands travelled to the mid-section of my face, my middle fingers pressing on my caruncles to wipe away my tears. Then, my hands dropped down to my mouth, my fingers still flat against my pale face before my pinks, followed by the rest of my fingers, went away from my face, finally my fingers pressed against each other in front of my mouth. I turned my head, letting the side of my face rest against my fingers as my thumbs pressed into the place where my throat and chin connected. 
I hated myself, I couldn’t forgive myself for what I had done to him, to myself, to us. I loved him, and I still do, I loved him since we shared our first kiss, but I didn’t tell him, I never did. And actually I wanted to see him right now and tell him I loved him, even when he doesn’t want to give me one more chance, even when he hated me, even when he never wanted to see me again, I wanted to tell him how I felt. 

~ HARRY’S POV ~
It was already 6:30PM when I pulled over, causing my car to stop driving. My fingers were still clenched around the steering wheel as I felt my cheeks burning of heat. I swallowed before turning my head, seeing her house through the dark glass of my window. It hadn’t changed in those two months, there were still flowers in the front yard and I could still look into the kitchen through the window, seeing a big lamp above the dinner table. I turned my head back, looking through the windshield, seeing a long road in front of me. I closed my eyes for a second as my fingers relaxed, sliding down the steering wheel. “It’s now or never.” I whispered to myself, trying to get myself out of the car. My eyes shot open and I grabbed the handle of the door. I had to do it now, before I could stop myself from going. I pushed the door away from me as a gust of wind washed over my face. My feet hit the pavement before I closed the door slowly, so it wouldn’t make any noise. 
I stuffed my hands in the pocket of my dark blue jeans as I followed the path to the side of the house. (YN) her house had a front door, and a door which followed to the scullery. I knew (YN) sometimes didn’t lock that door, because it wasn’t in sight of other people’s eyes, so she didn’t worry about burglars. I kicked a pebble away as I looked down at my feet while I walked to the door. Would she be home? How would she react? Would she be happy to see me? Or would she kick my ass, screaming I had to leave? 
Actually, I didn’t mind how she would react, or what she would think. I just had to see her again, even when she didn’t want to see me, even when she didn’t want to give me another chance, or even if she hated me, I just had to tell her how I felt. 

My heart skipped a beat and a small smile spread across my face as I wrapped my fingers around the door handle and pushed it down; the door was open. I let out a sigh of relief as I turned my head, looking around if anybody had seen me. I frowned as I turned back, opening the door and I set my foot down on the floor. Slowly I walked into the scullery before closing the door behind me. I held my other hand just above the door handle to prevent making any noise. The door fell shut softly before I turned around, seeing a bunch of keys laying on the kitchen counter. I smirked by the thought of (YN) always being too lazy to store her keys. Carefully I walked through the kitchen, to the living room. The couch caught my eye. I remembered when we watched a movie together as she lay her back against my chest, my arms wrapped around her. My nose buried in her hair on the top of her head, inhaling her scent as I felt her warmth against my body. Her tiny hands on mine as mine rested on her tummy.
I swallowed away the tears which were burning in my eyes, I missed her. I turned around but flinched and cursed under my breath as I bumped into the small coffee table. I bit my lip as I felt the pain streaming through my tibia. “Fuck,” I whispered as I bent down to held my hands on my trouser leg, stroking the painful skin through my jeans. 

~ YOUR POV ~
My heart skipped a beat as my eyes widen. I pressed my lips against each other and turned my head towards the door of my bedroom, did I just hear something? My nostrils widen to inhale more air as I let my hands fall on the sheets. I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth as I nervously bit the soft skin. I quickly lay my hand on my nose again, stopping myself from breathing. I heard it again, something downstairs. My heart beat faster each second as I pulled my ankle under my bum. I set the lung of my foot on the mattress and pulled myself up. Now I stood on my bed, listening to the sounds coming from downstairs. Again I took a deep breath to calm myself down, hoping the sobs would fade. Slowly I made my way to the door before I lay my hand just above the door handle as my other hand grabbed it. I pulled the door towards me, so I wouldn’t make any noise. The door squeaked a little, causing me to stop moving immediately. But when I realized nobody could have heard, I continued to make my way towards the stairs. I held my hands on the banisters, each on a side of me, to lift myself up. Lightly I set my feet on the steps so I wouldn’t make a sound. I dared to breathe again as I was half way down the stairs. Panic and anxiety flew through my whole body as I heard heavy footsteps down in the living room. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I had to go downstairs, what if it was a burglar? I dug my nail into the palm of my hand when I realized it could be a burglar, and then it would be my own fault because I didn’t lock the door. 
My eyelids went up before I took another few steps until I was on the last tread. I leaned forward, looking into the hall to see the door, leading to the living room, on an ajar. 
I heard someone sigh deeply before the person walked through the area again. 
Before I knew it, I stuttered, “H-h-h-ello?” . Immediately I reached my hand up to my mouth, how could I say that? The person stopped walking for a few seconds, but then, he or she walked, almost ran, towards the door of the living room. I clenched my teeth as I leaned backwards again, pushing myself against the wall. I heard the person walking towards the stairs as the boy finally stood in front of me. Breath stuck in my throat as I saw it was him, the curly ‘bad boy’ in town. “(YN)?” He said in a raspy voice. “Haz?” I said back, my voice just above a whisper. “What are you doing here?” I asked as I took a step towards him, standing on the final tread in front of him. “Did you cry?” He asked, changing the subject. I realized my eyes were still black from the mascara when I cried. Quickly I wiped it away, seeing the top of my fingers getting black. “No.” I lied. “C-c-c-an I talk to you?” He stuttered as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Sure…” I said as he already walked away from me towards the living room, he looked over his shoulder into my eyes, giving me a glance I had to follow me. I did what he wanted me to and sat on the couch, a few meters away from him.
He leaned forward, his elbows poking in his upper legs as his fingers were entwined with his own. He avoided eye contact while he said, “Austin told me everything.” He said, causing me to panic again, was he mad I lied to him? “(YN), I’m sorry for all the things I have done wrong… I’m sorry if I hurt you when I broke my promise. Since the day you broke up with me, I feel like shit. I feel worthless, I feel like nothing without you…” I saw his eyes getting watery before a single tear fell on the top of his cheek. Quickly he wiped it away as he looked up at the ceiling. “I miss you (YN).” He said before looking straight into my eyes. During his speech, I started to cry again. What have I done to this boy? He didn’t deserve my words two months ago, Harry wasn’t a bad boy, he was a sweet guy who had feelings, and he really cared about the people he truly loved. “I miss you too…” I whispered. “And I’m so, so , so sorry I lied to you. But I had to protect you…” The last few words were just above a whisper as tears streamed down my face. I lay my face in my hands as sobs escaped my throat. “I understand, baby, I understand..” He whispered as he put his arm around me, pulling me close to his chest. Before I knew it, I buried my face into his chest and wrapped my arms tightly around his torso, pulling me close to him. “I’m so sorry.” I said between my countless sobs. He rubbed my back as he kissed my forehead. “Don’t worry, it’s okay…” He whispered against my hair. 
After a few minutes I calmed down by his touch. I took a deep breath and lay my head on his chest as he pulled me onto his lap. “I love you…” I whispered for the first time. I felt him smiling against my hair. “I know.” He said. I looked up to him and knit my eyebrows together as he chuckled. He stroked the back of my head before kissing my nose. He wiped a strand of hair behind my ear before saying, “Austin told me everything, he was so worried about you… He’s a good guy and I’m glad you’re best friends.” I felt tears in my eyes by his words, “Really?” I whispered before he nodded. “He was there for you when I wasn’t.” Harry said. I gave him a small smile before laying my head back on his chest. 
I reached my hand up to my mouth as I yawned. “Are you tired?” He asked before I nodded. “Go to sleep.” I didn’t answer, but I just closed my eyes as he held me in his arms. I felt safe again.
“Oh no…” I heard out of sudden. I opened my eyes to see Harry’s eyes widen as he looked to the door of the scullery. “Oh no…” I repeated his words as I quickly sat up. The door opened as I saw an older man walking in. He closed the door as my father said, “Hi (YN)!” 
I couldn’t bring out one single word, just like Harry. The man turned around, expecting to see me sitting on the couch or something, but his happy glance immediately faded. He had seen Harry.