A Tragedy Away (h.s. fan fiction)

Chapter Fifty Three

⚙Delia's POV⚙
Fortunately Harry was in his room sitting on his bed writing in a black worn out leather book. As soon as I closed the door his head snapped in my direction.
"What are you doing here?" He asked grabbing is crutch and wobbling to his dresser and throwing the leather book in the top drawer.
"I came to see you. Everyone seems to be dodging me." I say with a small giggle.
"But why are you in my room?" He asked getting defensive. I stare at him in confusion for a few seconds as I watch him as he carefully lowers himself against the wall across from me.
"Why are you so defensive about me being in your room? You didn't seem to mind when you brought me here months ago......" I say accidentally bringing up that horrible experience. I expected him to break eye contact but he held my gaze uncomfortably long.
"Yeah well things change."
Woah! Where did that come from!? I stared at him in shock until he hung his head low.
"Yeah, and people do too." I say before I spun on my heels deciding to give today's report on Harry a F+.
"Wait!" He yelled before the door closed completely. I froze in place and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Make up your mind ,Styles." I say slightly irritated.
"Stay." He said walking towards me. My heart immediately dropped.
"And do what? Watch you get drunk. Nah boo, I'm good." I said starting to walk away.
"It's a party. One that I didn't even throw, it's Jace's party. I just let him use my flat." He said trying to reason with me.
"Jace?" I asked remembering the reminiscent conversation I just had with the guy.
"Yeah. He's one of my mates from grade school. Well as you would say, high school." He said walking a bit closer this time.
"I know who he is." I blurt out before I could stop myself.
"What? How do you know him?" He asked. I should've kept my mouth shut! Now he's one step closer into the past I tried to block him from seeing.
"So you want me to stay and party with you?" I asked trying to changing the subject.
"Was he your boyfriend before?" He persisted.
"I don't want to be at a loud party with a bunch of handsy drunks, Harold." I say trying to turn the conversation around.
"Shouldn't you be used to drunks?" He asked. My mind flickered to my dad's alcoholism. There's no way he could b talking about my father....... Harry didn't know about my past. Alondra and Claudia know but I didn't exactly give them complete details.
"W-what? What do you mean?" I asked scared to know the answer. He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows while I stared at him in fear.
"You go to parties every week....." He said. But how would he know that if I've never actually told anyone where I would be going.
"How do you know that I've been at parties every week if I haven't been telling anyone that?" I ask taking a step forward so now we were standing face to face.
"Because." He said looking down at my face without any sign of emotion. I quirked my eyebrow at him.
"Because...........what? You stalked me?" I laugh it off but his face finally shows one emotion and it haunts me as he mutters the words I have been dying to know.
"Because I wanted to see you and I knew that you wouldn't want to see me so I went to every party waiting for you to show up. And one time I got lucky. You were there. Barely wearing anything I might add. And you being you.......you became a damsel in distress and just as I was about to save you.....some prick wearing cloths too big for his body came out of freaking nowhere and save my girl. My girl." He said not even an inch from me. His eyes searching mine for a reaction. But he didn't get the reaction he was looking for.
"WHAT!? That's the most ridiculous story I've ever heard." I said but deep down I knew he was telling the truth. I walked over to his bed and dramatically plopped down.
"You were wearing a fishnet shirt that barely reached your thighs.......it's the same party I was at when this happened." He said gesturing to his beat up state. He really was there....
"You never told me the full story of why they did this to you.." I said waiting for an explanation.
"Well, you see love..... I had just watched my girl walk off with some lad who 'saved her' so I just gave up. I gave up on her. I felt inferior. I felt like you deserved better so I dragged my tail and was planning on getting wasted and high out of my mind. But some wanker in a pollo and some kaki shorts bumped into me. So I thought.....perfect punishment for what I've done to my girl. Who was at the moment becoming someone else's girl. So I started a fight. Little did I know that the lad had about six or seven mates in similar pollo shirts." He said trying to make everything a joke. But I could see the actual pain behind his façade. He was hurt. Both physically and emotionally. And it was my fault. I put my head in my hands out of shame.
"I'm sorry." We both said at the same time.
"For what?" We both said at the same time once again. We looked at each other with no humor in our expressions.
"For hurting you..." We, once again, said at the same time. We stared at each other for what seemed to be hours until I jumped up from the be and wrapped my arms around Harry. It took a moment for him to respond but he eventually returned the hug. I could feel his sigh of relief. Even in his slouching position due to his injuries he still had to lean down quite a bit. I heard a subtle sniff come from him and a giggle slipped from me.
"Did you just sniff my hair?!" I asked. I felt him chuckle.
"Don't judge me." He said.
"Ugh you creep! I can't let me go!" I yelled still laughing. He refused to let me out the hug. No matter how hard I struggled he managed to keep me wrapped in his embrace.
"How you are able to still be stronger than me even with all you're injuries amazes me, Harold." I say and he finally let me go but not before pushing us out his room and into the crowded house.
"Would you like to go to a party with me, love?" He asked me not waiting for me to answer before grabbing my hand and leading us to a chair at the end of the hallway but the chair was elevated up on the stairs. I hadn't noticed it when I first ran up to his room surprisingly.
"And what the hell is this?" I asked as he sat on the chair.
"Get on or get left behind, doll." He said in his American accent.
"First, don't talk like that..... It's weird. And second, what the hell is this!?" I asked but he simply ignored me and pressed a button that was on the wall next to the chair and it immediately started to float down the stairs.
"W-! Harry! I know you did NOT just leave me!" I yelled. And I saw him press another button that brought him back up to the top of his stairs where I was standing fuming.
"Oh shut it! Get on or I'm really leaving you this time love." He said with his legendary smirk on his face. One that I haven't seen in what seemed like forever.
"But we don't fit..." I said examining the small chair. He simply patted his lap as a reply.
"Uh... No. In the words of the great Steven Tyler 'DREAM OOOON'" I said with a giggle but squealed when the chair jolted forward as he prepared to leave me. I hurried and jumped on his lap.
"Ow!" He exclaimed.
"Payback bro." I simply said. We made it to the end of the stairs. I looked around at all the sweaty bodies and drunk people stumbling around mumbling something about finding a bathroom or 'That hot ass chick in pink'.
"You never told me how you knew Jace." He reminded me but I simply shut the conversation down before it even started.
"No, I didn't." I said looking around for something to do other than drink but it seems that is actually the only thing I could do so I grab the nearest bottle and Harry's hand and walked right into the big sweaty crowd.

🌺Claudia's POV🌺
"Stop texting me! Stop calling at every hour! Stop showing up! Just leave me be, please!" I yell stressing the plea. The only reaction Josh gives is a smile.
"I told you...... I'm never gonna stop fighting for my property. I own you Claudia. Or did you forget that? Did Zayn cloud your memories? I told you that if you don't come back to me people are going to suffer. Do u need to remind you of all your failed relationships? Derek? Rez? Tyler? What about that sweet girl? What was her name? ............Emily?" He asked in a mocking tone.
"You told me you'd leave her be!"
"Oh I did.....after though." He said standing up from the table located inside the donut shop.
"Please. Please just leave me....us alone!" I ask once last time. He only turns around and starts walking away.
"I'll be in touch." He throws over his shoulder as he walks out the donut shop. Now what am I supposed to do! I can't put it off anymore, I have to tell everyone. They're in danger. I can't just sit by and watch him do this. I have to be stronger than this. I can't let him control my life just because I'm scared. If I don't fight then I don't deserve a break. I need a plan. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him before he can kill anymore of my friends. This is for Emily, Derek,Rez, and Tyler. This is for Delia, Alondra, Ámarí, and the boys. This is for them.