Remembering Harry Styles

Chapter 13: Max George

   Veins are pulsing through his neck quickly. His head is boiling every second. Days like this are a point where I just want to lock the door and run away from reality. I made a huge mistake to make him act this way. Silence floated around in the car ride back home.

   I could hear his heavy stomps head upstairs with a loud door slam along with it. I bite my lip, placing both palms on the kitchen island. I had no idea he was watching me dance with that other guy at the pub. It’s just that those eyes that always kill me and melt inside. His warm minty breath blew across my neck, forcing me to say yes instead of a no.

   A booming thud and glass crashing to millions of pieces explodes the whole house hold. My heart rate fastens a hundred times more. I flinch my knuckles tightly, regretting everything I did tonight. I know that leaving him alone would be best to cool down his temper. Another loud noise comes from upstairs, following by an additional one. I bite my lower lip, slipping off my heels and race upstairs to the bedroom we shared.

   “Harry?” I yelled worriedly. I place a hand on the doorknob, turning it to the right, but it wouldn’t open. I knock on the door with more force to get his attention. All I could hear was silence after that. My back slowly slides down the door as I cover my hands over my face with stress and depression.

   I never meant to hurt him this badly. He told me he was going to get a few drinks then he’ll find me somewhere in the pub. A mysterious guy with a light copper brown hair gripped on my wrist causing me to turn around. His deep denim blue eyes stood out the most. We smiled at each other and raced each other to the dance floor. I’m surprised Harry didn’t do the same and grab a random girl to dance dirty with. But what I did to him was the worst thing I ever did.

   “Harry please-“

   “No, just fuck off and leave me alone.” He shouted with anger. I gulped down my throat, shutting my eyes and shaking my head. I rise up from the white carpeted floor and head down stairs slowly. I lay myself on the couch, shutting my eyes tightly and not wanting to open them.

   Hours have passed and I haven’t heard a heard from the curly haired boy. My eyes roam around the living room with suspicion. Boy, I really messed up this time. I head to the kitchen, flicking the light on and drink a glass of cold refreshing water. My eyes dart over to the clock and read 3:48 A.M.

   I stare intensively at the brown cabinet drawer. I dig my hands through keys to find the correct one for the bedroom. Once my eyes caught a small silver key, a slight smile spreads on my lips. I head upstairs to the bedroom and insert the silver key in its slot. The door slowly creaks open to a stressed out Harry in only boxers.

   His back is faced away from me. I frown, and set down the key on the night stand table. Pieces of sharp glass pieces are scattered everywhere on the floor. I carefully make my way to my dresser, stripping out of my zipped up tight black dress and change into one of Harry’s large shirts.

   I slip myself on the left side of the bed to meet his eyelids shut asleep. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper sincerely. His mint green eyes reveal open once he hears my voice. He bites his lip and shrugs his shoulder not caring about the little fight we had a few hours ago.

   “It’s fine, love. I overreacted earlier.” His deep raspy voice made my heart sunk. His eyelids shut tightly as he falls asleep.

   I lift up his left arm and cuddle closer to his chest. Harry leans in a few inches planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. “I love you.”