Frozen (Harry Styles)

Chapter 21

PG-13 babes, byeeeeeeeee

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October 2, 2013 - Los Angeles

Amy's P.O.V.

"Wait Harry, hold up." I whispered after breaking our kiss. Gently placing my hands on Harry's chest to keep the distance, my eyes looked up and I pressed my lips together before continuing. "This won't work out."

Harry closed his eyes for a brief second and moved his right hand to his chest, grabbing mine. I watched as he brought them both up, between us and pressed his palm flat against my own. "How can we know that..." he said in a low voice, still observing our hands. I inhaled quickly surprised as he increased the pressure on my hand, and slowly laced our fingers before he looked back at me. "If we don't try?"

"How can we try if I don't trust you?" I shot back almost immediately, feeling the disappointment from earlier getting back in me.

"Just let me prove that you can trust me." he sighed, tightening his grip on my hand. "I was a fool, and I am sorry."

Feeling my mood changing drastically, I glared at him disapprovingly. The thing was not just to say he's sorry, he couldn't just screw up anything and be forgiven with a simple sorry, without even giving a reason. "You could've thought of your actions on time." I argued, not really knowing that those words would actually tick him off as much as they did.

His fingers loosened up from mine and he pursed his lips, having a furious look on his face. He let out a laugh as if he wasn't believing his ears and leaned his weight on the wall behind him. I wasn't exactly sure of what should I do, so the only thing left was to wait for him to say something.

Instead, he decided to turn his back to me, taking deep breaths as he faced the wall, his palms pressing up against it forcefully. I jumped startled, seeing as Harry all of a sudden hit the wall, grunting when he stepped back, rubbing his knuckles.

"Harry..." I whispered, too scared to even say something else, afraid that he'll get it wrong or something.

"This is fucking exhausting." he mumbled quietly, panting. I hesitantly placed my hand on his shoulder, relaxing when Harry decided to turn around and face me. He seemed like being torn up in pieces by whatever his mind was bothering him with.

Lightly shuddering, I took his hand back and tried to wrap my fingers around. It made me flutter when he reacted instinctively by rapidly twisting the position so his large hand gripped mine firmly. "Tell me." I whispered slowly, wanting to make him look at me, but he kept staring down while taking deep breaths. I reached up and brushed my fingers softly in his hair and stopped lower by cupping his cheek.

All these tender touches appeared to calm him down and I smiled as he closed his eyes and put his hand over mine before turning his head and planting a little sweet kiss on my palm. That small gesture was something he always liked to do, I guess it was his discrete and simple way of showing affection.

"Nothing I do turns out right." he said, and I just nodded feeling his need to talk. "And I can't bare with all the negativity and hate I get because of it."

My mind was completely lost hearing his words, as I didn't actually expect him to feel like that. In fact, I never really thought that I would see Harry in this condition. I had absolutely no idea what was happening to him and if it's good or bad, but seeing that face and hearing the hint of despair in his voice made me want to help him.

I just wanted to fix him. Recomposing myself, I squeezed his hand and did the only thing that I could think of in that moment, by standing on my tip toes and spreading out my arms.