THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR

IN THE LAST CHAPTER IT WAS REAL STELLA IN THE VIDEO. HARRY WENT TO THE ROOF TOP BECAUSE HE WAS TRAUMATIZED AFTER WATCHING IT AND THOUGHT SHE WOULD BE THERE BUT AS WELL ALL KNOW SHE DIED SO MUCH EARLIER. I HOPE I'VE CLEARED THE CONFUSION.

The cold wind nips at Harry's skin, the thin shirt he is wearing isn't doing much to keep the cold away, neither is he trying to protect himself by rubbing his hands or by finding a warmer place. He's just lying there on the concrete floor, unable to move, unable to think, unable to even blink his eyes.

The tears have run dry, the only evidence of them are the stains on his cheeks. The blood that had trickled out from the wound has dried too, slightly itching Harry's skin but he's barely conscious to take care of it.

Seconds turns into minutes and minutes turn into hours or at least that's how Harry feels as he lays on the floor motionless.

His ribs are now hurting with every small breath he takes in. His lips have turned purple in colour and his teeth are chattering now but he still doesn't find the strength to stand up and leave.

Harry's eyes flicker towards the sky and he finds out that it's void of stars tonight probably mourning over Harry's pitiful condition. All the times he'd watched the stars with her crosses his mind and a tear roll down his cheek.

"No." Harry mumbles to himself, closing his eyes and shaking his head as the video he'd just watched crosses his mind. "No. No. No. Please. I'm sorry."

He repeats this mantra over and over again, hoping, praying to the God out there to listen to him just this once. Harry carries on with his pleading until he passes out from the tiredness that has taken a toll on his body.

He's not sure about how long he remains unconscious but he wakes up, the sky is still dark. He lays there for another minute before sighing and slowly getting up. As he walks down the stairs, he feels numb all over.

He's unaware of where his legs are leading him, not until he hears a door bell and realizes that he's standing outside her apartment. Apartment number 21. The apartment where Harry and Stella had spent so much time.

"Who is it?" Harry hears the voice of a girl from the other side of the door and he tries to walk away but his limbs are like stuck to the ground.

The door creaks open and a small girl stands in front of Harry, looking at him with a frown on her face.

"A-Are you okay?" The girl asks Harry, her eyes taking in his appearance.

Harry doesn't reply, just stares at her for a couple of seconds, a tear escaping his eyes as all the memories flood back at once. He stands there, not moving, before he finally turns around to walk away.

The girl doesn't stop him, just watches until Harry disappears from her sight. Just wondering what's wrong with him.

Harry keeps his head low as he reaches the lobby, he feels eyes on himself but ignores all the people as he leaves the building.

Harry watches the cars passing by, strangers walking on the sidewalk, some talking on the phone and some laughing with their friends, all of them unaware of what Harry's going through at the moment.

The liquor store across the street catches Harry's eye and he realizes that's all he needs at the moment. Every time there's something horrible going on in Harry's life, alcohol is the only friend he can turn to. Alcohol is the only thing that helps him keep sane.

The cashier at the store looks at Harry wearily as he approaches the counter, thinking that he's some homeless alcoholic, at least that's what he looks like with ripped and dirt covered clothes and dried blood on his face.