Think of It As Crazy -Harry Styles Fanfic-

Chapter 4

Once I was all patched up, Harry took me home. I still wasn't very sure of my decision to stay with him. For all I knew, he could be lying to me. He could rape and kill me.

But I trusted him. I really did. For some odd reason.

When I got inside, Harry immediately locked the door. I ignored the sound of the lock clicking.

I stepped into the living room area, then flopped myself onto the leather couch.

"What now?" I asked. I was still racking my brain, hoping something would pop up and I would think, OHMYGOD I know this guy in front of me! He's my fiance and I love him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him!

Nothing was happening. Nothing.

"I don't know," Harry replied, giving his hair a nervous shake-and-fix, then pulling at his bottom lip with his fingers. "I can make you dinner. It's almost five."

I nodded, then realized that I didn't have anything to wear or change into or shower or anything.

Zip.

Zilch.

Nada.

"Wait, Harry?" He had just begun to take a pan out of a cabinet that was very strangely clean.

I took another moment to look around the room very quickely.

Harry had scented candles. A guy had scented candles.

What.

"Noelle?"

I shook my head and looked at Harry, who had a confused look on his face. It was adoreable.

"Oh, I was just about to ask where I could take a shower and, you know, get some more clothes," I said, blushing a little bit.

"Erm, yeah. You can borrow some of my clothes for tonight and tomorrow. I can take you shopping later." Harry crossed the room, and walked into the hallway. I heard his door open with a creek, then I heard his foot steps come back.

"Unless you want to use your old clothes," he said, pulling at his lip again, looking at the floor.

I got up from my spot on the couch, then walked over to where Harry was standing.

"Show me?" I asked. Harry nodded and turned to go down the hallway again. I followed him into his room, where I noticed another candle sitting in the corner, unlit.

I stiffled a giggle.

"What?" Harry asked, smiling at me.

"It's just that you have candles everywhere."

Harry laughed, then sighed a sad sigh.

Another joke that I didn't get.

"Anyways, here's your drawer. You never really bought shirts, you just borrowed mine. There's a few of your tank tops in the back of the closet though. Maybe a t-shirt or two," Harry explained opening the middle drawer of the dresser.

"The bathroom is just around the corner." Harry pointed into the hallway. I nodded, then walked to the bathroom. I closed the door, fell to the floor whilst leaning against it, and began to cry.

It literally hurt me so much to see Harry hurt that badly. It hurt me to the point of tears. I wanted to remember everything just for him. I wanted to see all the inside jokes that was shared between Harry and the me that would be gone forever. I wanted so much that I couldn't have.

Life is shit.