Talents. Harry Styles

Chapter two

(A/N) I am giving you fair warning that I'm typing this off my nook so there will be plenty of mistakes. Plus its 11:25 at night so that won't help either but I can't sleep and not writing on this is killing me! So, here goes.

Harry had left to go make breakfast and I was bored out of my mind. I scrolled through my phone for over five minutes going through Facebook.

I put it down and began thinking. I was in a strangers bed, a strangers house, and that stranger was cooking breakfast for me. The only thing I knew about said stranger was his name was Harry. How was I going to explain this to my parents when I got home? "Yea, mom,dad I stayed with a complete stranger in his bed and he cooked breakfast for me and I couldn't walk and he just brought me home after I crashed into him on the sidewalk after dark." I was going to be grounded for life. I hadn't realized I was having a pinic attack until Harry walked in with food.

"Are you ok? You look like you're not feeling well," he asked while sitting the tray of food down on the nightstand. "I'm fi-fine. Just having a hard time breathing." I moved to the other side of the bed when he sat down. "Listen, I'm not a killer. I'm not going to hurt you. I know you have no reason to believe me but I promise I won't hurt you." I still was having a hard time breathing. He looked in my eyes and I felt like he was reading who I was. I quickly looked away. "Stop panicing. Breath." "Breath?! You think I want to be panicing? I am in a strangers house in his bed and my parents are probably FREAKING OUT!!" I didn't mean to but I yelled the last part. I looked at him questionly then let out a breath and put my hands on my arms and looked down while I rocked back and forth.

I felt his weight shift off the bed and I thought he had left the room. The curtains were pulled open and I felt his hand on my shoulder encouraging me to look up at him. I looked at him and he held out an inhailer. "Breath out." I did as he said. He put the inhailer up to my mouth and pushed the button. With in a few minutes I was able to breath. "Do you have those often?" he asked while handing me the tray of ceral and an apple and banana. "I did a lot when I was younger but I hardly ever do now." I shrugged. He watched me carefully as I ate. When I finally finished I gave him the tray and he put it on the night stand.

I crossed my legs and turned to him. "So tell me about yourself." He turned to me. "Pardon?" "I know nothing about you. If I have to be here for a few days then I want to know about you." He nodded his head then smiled and climbed on the bed more crossing his legs. I laughed. He looked like a child when he sat like that. "So, what do you want to know?" "Everything." Something passed in his eyes. Something dark. He smiled again and said "I don't think so. How about this, my name is Harry Styles. I am 19 years old. I have a sister named Gemma and my parents are divorced. I have a split personality."

"Split personality? What do you mean?" He stopped smiling as if he didn't want to answer. "How about you tell me about you?" I thought for a second. "You already know my name. I have no siblings. I just moved here from the U.S because of my dads job transfer. I am 19. I still live with my parents because they don't want me moving out. I had a lot of panic attacks when I was younger then we kind of got them worked out." I said only what I was comfortable with. I didn't want to tell him about the rest of my past.

Out of no where Harry stood up and flipped the night stand and stormed out of the room slamming the door behind him.

(A/N) alright split personality working at the end. you're going to find out a lot more about that. well it now offically my birthday. you learned a little about her so vote comment and remeber I wrote this while I was tired. lol its about to get a lot faster in a few chapters. sorry its short