The ODD Couple

24. Care?

HARRY

I couldn't even say how I felt right now.
Anger? Yes.
Hurt? Maybe.
Stupid? Definitely.

I felt my ears heat up. And I'm pretty sure my face was red too. In short, I felt like breaking a piece of furniture or a human face right now. I'd never been known to show anger. This was one of those rare occasions. I would boil over any minute now.

But what was I even angry at? My friends?

Luckily Niall noticed the change in my mood because the next thing I know I was being pulled inside the room and the door was closed behind me.

"Harry, let me explain. Calm down first."

I didn't speak. I didn't want her to see what my anger was like. I don't know why. I just didn't.
So I kept silent to hear what he had to say.....

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SASCHA

We came back at around 3 in the morning.
Correction, only me and Niall.
Liam wanted to spend the night forgetting about his breakup and Louis stayed back to see he didn't lose control too much.

Harry?
All I knew was that he was off with a girl on his arm to God only knows where.
Wait, even He wouldn't want to know.
I was a little irritated by his cold behaviour. He didn't even come along to dance with us. All he did was sit brooding by the bar until he got an arm candy. A beautiful one that too.

As Niall and I were about to settle in, someone knocked on the door repeatedly. Any moment now, the door would break down....
Sigh, I knew who it was.
And I was right.

I knew Harry would be angry which is why I didn't tell him about the arrangement between Niall and me. But right now, I realised I should've spoken to him earlier. He was visibly red from anger. Hold on, wasn't he supposed to be banging that arm candy of his?

"Harry, let me explain. Calm down first."
I heard Niall say.

But this was my idea, my fault. I should be the one giving him an explanation.
"I'll explain Niall. It wasn't your fault in any of this. Let me handle this."

"Sascha, in this state, I think I should be the one talking to him."

"No. Let me."
He sighed in defeat.

Harry waited patiently albeit his face had a stormy expression, which was surprising but scary too.

"Harry," I called out to him softly. I had to tell him although it was embarrassing.
"It's not what it looks like."

He just scoffed in reply.

"I have a phobia of darkness it's not exactly a phobia sort of a fear ever since I was a child and I can't sleep alone at night."

I said it all out in a single breath. He raised his eyebrows at that but stayed silent. He didn't even mock me. I don't know if I was getting through to him, so I continued. I had to tread carefully.

"I asked Niall after the date, I mean dinner yesterday, if I could sleep in his room. See the couch? That's where I slept. Is this cool now?"

Like yesterday, Niall let me sleep the night with him.
Obviously I didn't sleep with him, I slept on the couch. Although he insisted I should sleep on the bed and he on the couch, there were only so much favours I could take. Plus I wasn't so much into feminism. Seeing that I wouldn't budge, he let me have my way. Besides, the couch was as comfortable as a bed anyway.

Harry just sighed in reply. After what seemed an eternity, he finally spoke. It wasn't a question, it was a sentence. And I couldn't argue.

"Get your stuff into my room, now!"