Dangerously In Love (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) - ON HOLD

Chapter 5

- HI MY LOVELY READERS. I KNOW, I'M LATE WITH THE POSTING. I WAS NOT WELL BUT I TRIED MY BEST TO WRITE YOU GUYS A CHAPTER EVEN WHEN I AM SICK IN BED. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, IT MIGHT BE A LITTLE SHORT, BUT I WILL GET BACK WITH BIGGER CHAPTERS. 

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Harry's P.O.V 

I hate how my emotions crowd me when I get out of her house. I don't know why I feel helpless for a minute, like I cannot handle the pressure of being on my own. I look back at her house and I see a girl walking in. God, she has to handle a lot of different people. If I were her, I would give up. But she's some strong girl who does what she needs to do, and pretty well. 

After I was kicked out of my own damn house, I didn't know I could feel better, ever. I ignored people, all the time. I would not talk to Ted. I would get back at Ted's place with bleeding nose or bruised knuckles. I still do that but I talk now. I try to talk now.  

I knock twice before Ted opens the door and smiles at me, I give him a quick smile back.  

"How was the session?", he always asks me the same question. I feel like I would lose it anytime. Man, come on, it was same like yesterday or the day before that, or the day before that. 

I nod my head at him, "It was...okay." 

You don't know more words, do you? My subconscious laughs at me and I shake my head.  

I know one, fuck you. I get back at it.  

Ted slips back in the couch and smiles, "I'm glad you're talking now, Harold." 

"Don't call me that.", I snap at him. 

I hear Ted chuckle behind me, while I lean towards the counter to grab a bottle of water. I look back at him with a questioning look which he picks up and smiles, "Why don't you like being called Harold, Harry?" 

I shrug, "It just, it doesn't get right to my head." 

I walk towards the same couch, pushing his feet off it and taking a seat next to him. I could clearly see his eyes on me, I had never done that, ever. I would usually walk in from places, go straight to my room and sneak back to the kitchen later in the middle of the night when I knew Ted would be sleeping. Ted would not bother about my wounds and bruises, because I didn't slip him to any information about them.  

I clearly remember Ted trying to talk about my problems initially but then he grew out of it knowing I wasn't giving him anything to lean on.  

Ted smiles at me, "The soccer game is on, you want me to switch to that?" 

I shrug again. I hate news, and Ted loves to watch that like grumpy old men. Ted looks at me and switches to the game making me smile. 

"Harry...I..." 

It was after about an hour of me sitting next to Ted that he started to talk again and I got up, "I need to head out for a while." 

Ted nods, "In case I'm sleeping when you get back, try and not to be too loud." 

I stumble into the house, running into a few things here and there. That was probably the reason why Ted said that to me. I nod, picking up my phone and headed out. I know I was in therapy and I did not want to start a fight with Ted in there, telling him to shut up and stop talking to me. Ted is a sensitive man, and Paige is scary. She would definitely hate if she reads the notebook and see that I've been fighting with Ted.