Love Hangover (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6-

Abriella's POV-

The sun shining through the sheer black curtains woke me from a lousy and dreamless sleep; something I was used to. I laid my head on a satin pillow, my blonde hair spread out across the whole cushion. I stretched my arms towards the ceiling, hearing slight cracks and an inhumane sound escape my mouth as I sat propped up on my elbows, looking around the unfamiliar room in curiosity; analyzing. I was lying in a satin-sheeted bed with a red bedspread, and a black satin throw. There were around 5 dressers in the large room, most with a few picture frames filled with happy or silly faces, smiles stretching from sideburn to sideburn. I clenched my eyebrows together, not really recognizing anyone from photographs. "Where am I?" I spoke in a light whisper, imaginably seeing my words disappear into thin air. I looked down, hearing my stomach growl intensely, feeling something itch up my throat, dying to escape. I knew this feeling, all too familiar. Throwing back the bedspread, and jumping up out of bed, onto the glossed wood floor, I opened the white bedroom door, running out with my hand clamped securely on my mouth, forcing the bile substance to stay in for a couple more seconds. I looked around in fright, not knowing where the bathroom was. Spotting a white, glossed tub, I ran into the room directly across the hall and slammed the door, most likely waking the stranger whom this flat belonged too. I located the toilet, sitting right next to the tub. Opening the white lid, I grabbed my blonde hair and held it behind my back, burying my head in the toilet and removing my hand, letting the bile liquid flow right out of my mouth, feeling the burn of my throat as it escaped. I coughed and heaved multiple times, grabbing a piece of toilet paper and wiping my mouth and the side of my face. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, just trying to relax before standing back onto my feet, immediately regretting it as pain shot up right through my bare foot, and ankle, a pain I didn't feel when I was rushing to this very room moments ago. I hopped like a bunny over to the glossy sink, clamping my hands down like suction cups; supporting all of my weight. I hung my head low towards the ground, closing my eyes and taking deep and thorough breaths. Lifting my head up towards the ceiling, I was met with a large mirror, seeing my reflection staring right back at me. My mouth hung agape in shock; seeing the state of my body. I was in a black shirt that read 'Ramones', that reached down mid thigh, telling me this was a man's shirt. I saw gray boxers sitting on my hips, also pretty large and hanging dangerously low, I pulled them up, watching as they fell right back down to their original state. However, the clothes on my body weren't necessarily as shocking as my appearance. Black, blue, and purple marks spread everywhere, my arms were slashed, seeing small cuts everywhere, scattered across my pale skin. I winced, touching my cheek; a massive cut spread from my lower eye, all the way down to my chin, changing direction along with the curvature of my cheek bone and where it meets my large chin. I spotted a tear roll down my cheek and meet my hand, located on the large marking. I hung my head again, closing my eyes into their original state. I could see the cut from my vision, also spotting a huge black eye. I shook my head in defeat, finally realizing what had happened. I cried lightly for a few minutes, just letting the tears flow down my cheek, and off of the floor as my head hung low; leaving a wet trail on my face. I picked my head up slowly and wiped my face, turning on the sink faucet marked with a blue dot, letting the water flow in a heavy and constant stream down the drain. I dipped my pale hands into the water, watching as my cut and gashed palms filled with the clear liquid, and seeing it disappear just as fast as the liquid met my face. I looked up again, watching as my blue eyes were reflected in the mirror, finally seeing a remainder of life appear in them. I grabbed the black hand towel off of the corner, and dabbed it on my face, careful not to hurt my cheek too much, continuing to turn towards the white door, and taking yet more deep breaths, calming my senses temporarily. "You can do this Abriella Claire." I spoke to myself once again, finding a tad bit of self encouragement in the small passage of words. I read for the handle of the door, twisting it slightly and observing how it opened the door, my arm latching onto it, and swinging it back, hopping out on one foot. I walked on my toes, down the hallway, passing a few bedroom with empty beds and open doors. I walked farther towards the stairs, stretching both of my hands out towards the railings, latching on slightly with my frail, nimble, and damaged hands, and feeling the cold radiate from the wood, and into my hands. I took one step with my fragile foot, immediately compensating with my other non-damaged foot, repeating the same cycle thirteen times. I smiled slightly in accomplishment as I reached the solid, wood ground once again. I looked around, spotting a red, glass door directly in front of me, also seeing a couch and library to my left. I looked to my right to see a large flat screen television with a massive brown leather couch seated in front of it, a rectangle coffee table sat in front of that. I let go of the railing and walked carefully around the sharp corner, spotting a massive red and black kitchen, holding a standing body in front of the stove. I took in a sharp breath, feeling a sudden amount of nervousness hit my body like a ton of bricks. The body was still, except his arm, moving back and forth with a spatula. He was skinny, with muscular arms, legs, and a muscular back. His shirtless upper torso was tan, small freckles scattered across his back. Black exercise shorts sat on his hips, a 'Calvin Klein' elastic band poking out from underneath them. His neck was elongated, connecting a head full of curls, quiffed up slightly on the sides. I took another step, immediately regretting it as my ankle twisted, causing me to stumble and curse. The mysterious body flipped around, smiling slightly when he saw me. "You're awake." He exclaimed, causing me to be taken back a little. "Where am I?" I asked, climbing over to the black leather stool siting in front of a brown, black, gold, and red granite countertop, I climbed up, struggling, but still taking a seat on the chair. "Oh, sorry, I never introduced myself." He spoke, a deep voice escaping his pink, plump lips. He took a pan and dumped some eggs on two plates, throwing the empty pan into a brass sink. "I'm Harry, Harry Styles." He smiled cheekily, and I froze, recognizing the infamous name. "Yeah, I know. I'm Abriella. Abriella Claire Fulton." I spoke, smiling slightly too, but still finding an immense amount of confusion. "Beautiful name, fits a beautiful face." He winked, handing a red plate to me, sitting it on a placemat in front of me. I smiled and whispered thank you towards his direction, watching as he sat his plate on the counter, leaning in and taking a bite. "Can I ask what happened?" Harry asked. I hung my head low and stared at the eggs, not knowing how to respond. I heard Harry shuffle, and his voice speak up again. "Oh, I'm sorry love. I'll tell you a little bit of what happened, and why you are here, since you probably not remember. " I lifted my head up to meet his green eyes staring into mine. "I was walking, getting some fresh air, and I heard your screams. I ran and found you in an alleyway, with an older man sitting on your hips. I yelled and he ran away. I ran up to you and you weren't awake. I saw you in just your undergarments, and your dress was torn next to you all cut up. I checked, and you had a heartbeat, so I just waited, hoping you would wake up. You did, and your ankle was all messed up, so I picked you up and carried you bak here. You were crying, and you were all bloody and dirty, so I have you a bath. I didn't look, don't worry. I gave you my clothes, and put you in my bed. An d, you have been asleep." He paused, looking down at the Rolex watch sitting upon his wrist. "For five days." He laughed and I did too slightly, feeling pain from my cheek hit me just as hard as my headache did too. Harry noticed and walked away, grabbing two pills an a glass filled with orange juice. I took them and sipped then down, immediately going relief would come soon. I finished my eggs and scooted back my chair, standing up. "Well, thank you very much for all that you have done for me Harry, I really appreciate it, but I really must go." I said, scooting the chair back into its original position. I walked towards his still body, reaching up on my toes and planting a short kiss on his cheek. He smiled and grabbed my hand as I walked away towards the door, spinning me around and bringing me close to his chest, looking down into my dark, lifeless eyes. I looked away and started walking, hearing his keys jingle, and his voice speak up. "Wait, let me drive you." He exclaimed, getting closer to me. "Oh no, you don't have to do that, you've done enough!" I replied, opening the door, realizing I wasn't wearing any shoes or socks. "Please, I insist, and I'm not about to let you walk on the street alone, I can't have anything else happen!" Harry said. I immediately panicked, what was I going to tell him? 'Oh yeah, I don't have a house, I was kicked out and I'm from Australia, but I've been living in an abandoned building.' "Do you not have anywhere to go?" Harry asked, bringing his index finger under my chin, and lifting it up carefully, letting my eyes meet his. I let another single tear escape, and shook my head, letting a dark secret out. "No, I'm from Australia, my dad kicked me out, and disowned me, my moms dead, and I've got nobody." I replied, wiping my tears. I opened the door and walked out, slamming it forcefully behind me and hopping down the sidewalk, running away from yet another situation. I cried some more, letting the tears fall as the pads of my feet hit the molten ground, causing me to feel the blister already rise to the surface of my skin as I limped forward at a steady pace, wincing with each step taken "Wait!" Harry yelled from behind me. I could hear his feet smack the hard, hot ground, his swift pace causing him to catch up with my slow one. I didn't stop walking, but felt his hand touch the small of my back, causing me to turn around swiftly, but continue to walk, rather limp faster. I let out a little yelp as I was spun around and pushed into his chest, feeling gravity pull me towards him as if I was tossed on a string. I stumbled a little and removed my hands from my face, revealing my wet, glistening, blue eyes feeling another tear glide down my rosy red cheeks, looking down at our intertwined hand, seeing how his big one engulfed mine. Looking up to see his large green ones filled with sorrow, but also happiness, he finally let three simple, yet intricate words slip off of his tongue, and through his cracked, pink lips. "You've got me."