Think of It As Crazy -Harry Styles Fanfic-

Chapter 2

I heard a knock on my door for the fifth time, and again, for the fifth time, I didn't answer it.

I just sat in my corner on the bed. Not doing anything.

I had already looked at the window, which I hadn't noticed when I got to the dark, scary room. Yellowed grass was sheilding the sun from getting into the room. Bars sheilded the window from the outside. No way in hell was I getting out of this room.

"Please, Noelle, please answer me." The man I had no name for sat on the other side of my door twenty four seven, hoping I would answer. It sounded like he was crying most of the time. I wanted to comfort him, even though he got me into this mess.

Why did I want to comfort this man? This sobbing man at the other side of the door he was keeping me in? The man that took me away from a perfect family, a perfect boyfriend, and a perfect life?

"Just say you love me. Please Noelle. Just say it. Just like last time," he said, just loud enough for me to hear him.

I wanted to ask him what last time was. Who was he? When and where was this last time? How did I know him?

Because I sure do remember him. But I couldn't figure out where from.

In a short summary of the past two weeks, I have fallen off of my back porch, gotten brain surgery, and been recapped very vaguely by my parents and boyfriend on how my perfect life was still going to be perfect even though I had fallen off of a 10 foot porch and was now all over the news. That was only the first half of it. The second half included having more than several microphones shoved into my face while I tell the terrific story of my fall.

And now, one week and six days later, I am here.

Where exactly is here?

I thought that maybe he would let me go if I told him I knew him and I loved him too, but I had to go. But if he knew me like he said he did, then I had no choice. People can read me like an open book, and I can do nothing about it.

"Noelle, please," the man begged again. I could see his face in my head, tears falling down his cheeks from those big green eyes. I wanted to hold him. To tell him it was okay and that I was here. But at the same time, I didn't know the guy behind the door. If he wanted to know me, why didn't he just come talk to me instead of kidnapping me in a perfect world?

I heard another knock.

How long had I been in this room? I couldn't tell with the window. Like I said, the yellow and brown grass covered the window, not letting any light into the dark room.

I heard a snore from the other side of the door. A loud snore.

This is probably the best it can get to trying to get out, I told myself, pushing myself off of the bed.

I opened the door a little bit. There, leaned on the wall opposite of the door, sat the man. He wore a red plaid shirt, a white v-neck tee underneath. His face was stained with tears, just like I imagined it. He looked tired and depressed, something I did not like on his face.

He looked to... young for anything sad to happen to.

Yet there he sat. Crying, and begging for me.

I wanted to cuddle beside him. I couldn't deny the attraction I had to this man. He was beautiful. His hair in a big floppy mess of chocolate brown. I wanted to pull my fingers through it.

Get out.

I had almost forgotten. I pulled the door open a bit more, then winced at a loud bump. Down at the bottom of the door sat his abnormally large sock feet. He had been leaning his legs against the door. I looked at the man, he hadn't moved.

I realized I was holding my breath when I let out a huge sigh of relief. I pulled the door open all the way and winced again when the door creaked. Still not a sound from the man.

I jumped over his legs and ran down the hallway.

This is a small house.

The hallway led to the kitchen and living room, which were the same room, just different carpetting. It looked very homey and I liked it.

But I didn't have time to linger and look at how cozy it was.

The door leading to the outside was right in front of me. It was dawn. I reached for the knob.

Before I could even turn it, a huge dog came running up at me, then pummled me to the ground. I could see his tail wagging, and he looked happy, but the next thing I knew, his teeth dug into my skin.

"Fuck!" I screamed. I tried to push the dog off of me, but his bite was strong.

"Grover! Get off of her!" There was scuffling, and the dog let go of my arm, turned around, and whimpered. "Go!"

I couldn't take my eyes off of my arm. Some people would have barfed at the sight of it, but I just couldn't believe a dog would do that to me. I was an animal person. Animals just loved me. All the time. At least that's what I was told.

The bite marks were deep, already oozing blood. I held my arm close to my body, not knowing what to do.

"Here, let me," the man said, slowly coming closer to me. I backed away towards the door, scooting my butt along the floor.

"I'm not going to hurt you, and I don't want that to get infected," he explained. His arms extended and he took my arm into his hands.

His hand was huge compared to my dainty one. His skin was the color of tree bark compared to mine.

He helped me up, and walked me back down the hallway. I was scared that he would take me back to the room, so I gently pulled my hand from his.

"No, it's alright Noey, I'm going to my room," he said, holding his hand out again. I took it, but I still worried. He pulled me past the room, though, and through the door at the end of the hallway.

It was an abnormally shaped room. A sort of triangle shape. The tip of the triangle was the doorway that we were standing in, on the first angle sat a desk with a window near it, showing dead grass and a creepy looking forest. On the flat end of the wall was a bed with a red bedspread. It was a big bed, then again, he was a big man. There was a bedside table with a lamp giving off very little light. On the opposite side of the first corner was a closet, a dresser, a couch, and a white rug beneath it.

"Do you remember this room?" the man asked. I nodded my head at the lamp, giving up on lying, "I remember that lamp." 

The man laughed. There was a joke behind that lamp, but I was clueless.

The man took me towards the dresser. He opened a drawer and took out some gauze.

"I'm sorry about Grover. He has problems," the man explained, motioning his fingers in circles at the sides of his head. I smiled at him, then continued to watch him wrap my arm.

"We should take you to a hospital," the man said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the hallway again.

I pulled back, "Look, you're nice to me and everything, but I still don't know who you are, let alone your name." He turned around, his green eyes looking sad again.

"You really don't remember me?" I shook my head, "I remember your voice, and that lamp, but that's about it."

The room went quiet for a few minutes, the man looking at me desperately, and I looking anywhere but at him.

"Tell me who you are."

"I'm Harry Styles. We were engaged before your accident, and I love you."

He held up his left hand. On the ring finger was a gold band.