Torn [Harry Styles]

Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

I hold her in my embrace for a few moments longer, I can feel the heat of her breath against my heart and collarbone. I snort softly against Danica's soft hair before letting my hands glide down her arms and then to the place mine now hang. I had forgotten what it was like to feel so at ease and I thought for just a second, that maybe I was ok, that perhaps I wasn't the insensitive fool I am, maybe, in a second I wasn't.

"Erm, would you like a tea." I sigh through sleepiness not sure how to invite an American in inside. I imagine my mother briefly, she used to ask the exact same thing. I turn my head away from Danica's wide eyes.

Her mouth open ever so slightly, uneven breaths escape her lips. She swallows her thoughts before nodding. I close the door behind her and stumble to the kitchen. Dani sits herself down on my bed, fidgeting with hers hands clutched together on her knees, then her hands felt her arm and then back to her knees.

"I don't know why I'm here." She chuckles slightly, taking the cup in her hands.

"I hope you have some reason, because you woke me up." Shit. "I'm sorry that sounded... Harsh." I scrape my thumb on my forehead and wait for her tragic response. But instead, unlike usual she smiles slightly.

"Yea, I'm silly. And" she takes a deep breath. "I'm on your bed." She gets up, hands on head nervously.

"What's wrong."

"I just think I should sit here." She plonks herself onto one of the hard plastic chairs.

"It's fine, I promise." I look at her, and my eyes widen, finally used to the dim light. She looks frantic again.  I sip my tea silently.  I get up and kneel next to the chair which upon she sits. "What's wrong, you come here... To my apartment and on this chair, you have to tell me." I mumble softly hoping to receive words back.

"I don't know Harry, something drew me here because the dreams...dreams came back" Her voice gets smaller. But she looks at me in a faint smile.

"Do you trust me." I blurt out, I have wanted to know this for what seems like a eternity tonight, since she knocked on my door.

"Yes." She surprises me by saying. "It's one of the few things I'm sure about, I may be afraid though. I'm afraid of your words, even the silent ones in your head but I do trust you. And that...I don't actually know why, but even now, here... In your apartment I feel some sort of way that I can't explain." Her voice fills me with hope, perhaps it's the only question she is able to answer right now and somehow I feel the same way. She looks over to me. "Not love Harry don't get cocky." She laughs. Was that entirely necessary? "But some sort of contentment with our friendship... If you could even call it that. And I don't really know if I've ever felt safe in relationships... Like the my mother or the girls I sit with those judgemental-" she stops herself. "I guess that's why I came here. My mother mentioned something at the dinner table tonight which I can't get out of my head. But that doesn't matter."

I'm sitting on the floor now, my legs stretched out in front of me, she too now moves to the floor in a crouching pattern she feels the wooden panels before moving her legs so they match up with mine, both our feet touching. I stare into her eyes, "Thank you Danica...not many people do."

We talk for almost hours before dani starts getting sleepy. I let her get into my bed whilst I set up on the couch on the opposite side of the small, modern apartment. After a minute or so of scraping the coat hangers in my closet back and forth in frustration of not knowing what she might want, I finally go for a simple white hoodie and some grey  track pants. I turn around as she slips them on, I was tempted to peek, but I respect Danica and her modest ways so I stare at the wall. When I hear the slump of her other clothes, falling to the floor I pace back around to face her. She ties her hair up, in a very high, sloppy bun which looks like the tube of a wave. Perfect. Absolutely perfect she was in her simplicity. I clear my throat and look away before heading towards the bed.