Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Live While We're Young

"Harry, who's the girl?"

"Is she spending the night?"

"Do you even know this one?"

"Are you trying to make Taylor jealous?"

"How much are you paying her?"

I squeezed Harry's waist in an attempt to comfort him as we made our way through the mass of people. I couldn't see his reaction to what was being said due to the fact that I was looking down at the ground. The doorman recognized Harry immediately and allowed us inside without hesitation. Once away from the paparazzi I let go of my grip on Harry and looked up into his watering eyes. What they had said mist have really affected him.

"Harry, are-" I was cut off by a harsh nod from Harry.

His large hand grasped mine and he led me towards a set of elevators. They opened immediately and we stepped into the space. The ride up was silent and Harry's grip tightened on my hand with each passing second. I winced at the pain as my small hand was slowly crushed in Harry's.

"Harry, you're hurting me." I attempted to remove my hand from his grasp.

Harry started ahead unflinching as I gripped his wrist with my free hand and pulled at my not-so-free one. The elevator doors opened following a ding overhead and I was tugged out. Only a few other rooms occupied the floor as Harry led me to the end of the hallway. He stopped in front of the last door on the left and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket.

"Harry, my hand. It hurts!" I pulled at my hand again as Harry emotionlessly unlocked the door to his flat.

I had been here before, but that was quite a while ago. The flat had a different feeling at night. It wasn't full of the bright light of day that made every room cheerful. Now, it was dark. Like Harry's current mood.

"Harry, please!" I pleaded jerking my hand out of his grasp.

Looking at it in the low lighting I saw bruises beginning to form. Ow. I cradled my hand and watched as Harry threw his keys of the kitchen counter and walked down a hallway. What the hell? I cautiously followed Harry to the end of the hall and into a room on the right. It was a bedroom. I had never been in Harry's room before only Louis' the last time I was here.

"Harry, all you alright?" I asked timidly repeating his name again.

He didn't respond and began stripping. His jacket and shirt were tossed to the floor along with his jeans. I stood in the doorway unsure of what to do as Harry sat on the edge of the bed in his boxers. His hands ran through his curly hair as he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. Wordlessly I crossed the room and sat on the bed next to him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked hoping for a response.

"No."

I decided not to press the issue any further and just sat on the bed unsure of what to do. Harry stood up abruptly and picked up his discarded shirt from the floor.

"You can wear this." He held it out to me and pointed across the hall to another door. "Bathroom's in there."

I nodded and followed his directions to the bathroom. I slid my hand along the wall searching for the light switch in the darkness. Once, I found it I flicked it on and softly closed the door. My wet clothing stuck to my skin as I peeled it off and hung it in the shower. The soft pitter patter of water falling into the tub revealed to me just how wet my clothing truly was. I pulled Harry's shirt over my head and slid my arms through the sleeves. The hem reached mid thigh which was good because I didn't have any pants or shorts to wear. I happily discovered that the shirt also smelt like Harry. After leaving the bathroom I discovered that Harry's bedroom was empty.