Emotionless // harry styles

Chapter 14

Important Author's note at the end!

One Week Later - Tinsley's POV 

Sitting in the window seat of the front room of the house, I sighed heavily, doodling mindlessly in my sketchbook in front of me. After what happened with Harry, well, what had really happened with Harry? When I got done talking with Olly that day, I walked back out into my living room and he was just gone. I hadn't seen him since and I didn't know why I was so, saddened by it? No, I didn't have emotions. At least, lately I haven't had any. It felt as if I was back to the way I was at the orphanage. I could tell Clarissa and Dalton noticed. When they arrived home two days after that entire incident, they immediately knew something was up. I suddenly realized I was terrible at hiding when I was upset now, and my mind scolded me constantly for it, saying I couldn't let my vulnerabilities show. Now, here I am, staring completely blank faced out the window at the beautiful scenery in front of me. My house was on the end of the street, so there was no house across the road from ours, instead it was a beautiful field with tall, rolling grass, that reminded me of the field back in California. Suddenly, I pushed myself from the window seat, notebook in hand and phone in pocket, and walk out the door. I make my way toward the field, my bare feet pressing against the rough pavement of the street. They soon meet the dirt and the grass of the field, as I pushed my way through the tall grass. There was no clearing in the middle, so I ended up walking all the way to the forest's edge. I walked through the trees a bit, regretting not wearing shoes as I stepped over the branches. I finally came to a babbling brook that flowed steadily to the right and curved away from me, going deeper into the woods. I found a grassy spot next to the stream and sat down crossed legged, placing my sketchbook in my lap. I glanced around, taking the entire scenery with all my senses; smelling the air, feeling the grass, examining all my surroundings. It was breathtaking, to say the least. I opened the book and began to draw, whatever came to my mind. The scenery, my inner emotions, him. I stopped when I started drawing a bush, that oddly reminded me of Harry's touseled curls. I started drawing his face below the bush. When I finished, his face was perfectly sketch into the unfinished scenery that lay before my eyes.

"This is so creepy." I muttered and laughed to myself, before continuing to draw the landscape. I don't know how long I was there until I completed the drawing, but when I was done, the sun was just touching the horizon, about to set. I huffed and stood up, knowing that Dalton and Clarissa would probably be worried sick if I didn't return home soon. I made my way back through the woods the way I came, through the field and across the street. I walked up the pathway to the house and wipe the dirt off my feet on the front mat. I opened the door and stepped inside, only to be met by an amazing aroma. 

"Tinsley? Darling is that you?" Clarissa called from the study, and I furrowed my brow a bit. She walked out a beaming smile on her face. "So glad your home honey! We have a surprise for you..." She grinned again, and out walked Olly from the study behind her.

"Olly!" A smile immediately grew on my face as I ran over to him and nearly tackled him to the ground. "What are you doing here? What about your album? Your tour? Does Simon..." He covered my mouth, and my questions were just mumbles.

"Nice to see you too Tins." He laughed and removed his hand. "We have much catching up to do." He smiled and I smiled back as we walked into the study and sat on the couch. We started talking about his new album and if I had decided if I wanted to open for him yet or not, and I actually hadn't exactly thought about that. I think it'd be fun, really, but I'd have to start writing my own stuff and whatnot, I mean I already have but then I would probably have to leave Holmes Chapel early to prepare and stuff. After we chatted about that, he gave me a very serious look. Oh boy, I knew what was coming... "How are things between you and Harry?" Knew it. 

I just shrugged. "Haven't talked to him in a week. But I understand if he doesn't want to talk to me." I huffed and looked down. "I didn't exactly give him much to talk about." 

Olly just stood up and walked around the room, walking from bookshelf to bookshelf, looking at various books, not saying a word. I watched his every move; studied his body language, the changes in his facial expressions. He looked extremely tired, probably from working so much. I silently wondered if he was worried about me at all, I mean he shouldn't be, but I would feel extremely bad if he were because of how much stress he's already under. 

"Do you like Harry, Tinsley?" He finally spoke up, looking at me with his hand placed under his chin. 

I shrugged again, leaning back into the couch. "I've only talked to him like, once." I thought of him and a small smile came to my face, but I quickly stopped it. It was highly illogical for me to like him considering we barely knew eachother, or, he barely knew me. He barely knew what he would have to deal with, or what he didn't have to deal with, if he were to befriend me. Most girls were moody, I was just emotionless. Maybe it was something I could grow out of, but I was doubtful. My mind started spinning at the possibily and I put my head in my hands and groaned. "He can't like me."

"He finds you intriguing." Olly continued. "When he first met you, he told me you were something else. He meets new girls everyday, and most are always screaming or flirty or so... emotional." I glared at him and he chuckled. "But you, he said you, didn't compare to them. The way you held yourself, but didn't reveal who you really were, intrigued him."  I looked at him and sighed. "You should give him a chance, the media makes him out to be such a bad guy, which isn't true at all."

I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Maybe, but he gives me a headache." I huffed. "He makes me feel so confused and so emotional and so agh." I threw my hands up and looked at Olly, who was just smiling.

"That's what you need in your life, a little emotion." He poked my shoulder and I just rolled my eyes. "Now, go get him." I narrowed my eyes at him. Was he being serious right now? "Yes, go. I'll go with, I said I'd visit him anyways."

Oh, he was being totally serious.

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Hi guys! So, I know I haven't update this story since summer... I don't even know if anyone will read this anymore, but if you do, thank you. The first part I wrote in the summer, and I just tried to make it a little bit longer, but I've lost all my inspiration for this story ):

I have a few other fic ideas, but I don't know if I'll start writing a new one or not, but I do like this story, a lot.

So, I'll try to update this if people still read it, but if not, I might just delete it. I don't know, what do you guys think?

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xoxo - Cassie