Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 25

Songs:

Water Under The Bridge: Adele

Misery: Gwen Stefani

Ro's POV

The next few days were pretty much intolerable and the more time I spent around, Harry, the more I grew to dislike him. He completely ignored me unless I was talking to one of his friends, in which case he just stared, not bothering to look away when I caught him. All I wanted was a simple explanation, even if it was just to say that he had a change of heart and he realized he didn't like me like he had said. I would be okay with that, I could understand and accept that. But, no. He was, Harry and he didn't do things like that, like normal people, he simply let things hang in the unknown for me to try and figure out like an idiot.

I wanted to leave and go back to school, but that was out of the question since it was shut down after the attack. I could have gone to my parents home in the suburbs or their lake house, but honestly I was too lazy to pack and I was too afraid to go to the lake house on my own. Besides, I had to stay for Thanksgiving, at least to not upset my siblings.

The only good thing about this was the way, Ron was acting. For the first time in a long while, we had been acting like we usually do, cuddling and joking around. It felt nice to have a least some sort of normalcy once more.

Since being in this large penthouse bored the crap out of us, our parents sent out for a pair of roller blades for all of us and a couple of walkie talkies at my insistence. If we were going to be stuck here, might as well have some fun with it.

We went through a series of games, the latest one being hide and seek. I skated as quietly as I could down the hall, peeking around to make sure the coast was clear.

Out of nowhere, I felt something collide with my body knocking my down to the ground on my ass. "Watch it," I groaned, looking up to see who had knocked me down. "Ugh, of course it's you," I grew irritated as I saw, Harry who was trying to help me up. I shoved his hands away, rolling around, trying to get up without falling back down.

After many failed attempts, he finally ignored my protests and helped me up, gripping my hips and lifting me off the ground. Our bodies were pressed tightly against each other and I swore my stupid heart was beating a mile a minute. It literally felt like it was going to pop out of my chest and honestly I enjoyed every bit of being this close to him.

"Let me go, please," I let out in a shaky breath.

His forehead rested against mine, his lips slightly parted, letting out an unsteady breath of his own, his nose gently rubbing against mine. My body shivered at the contact, my hands gripping his shirt in hopes of gathering my bearings and keep from falling back down due to my shaky legs.

"I'm sorry," I felt his hot breath fan over me as his lips ghosted on mine when he spoke.

My breathing quickened and I gulped so hard I'm sure he heard me. "H-harry, please," I begged this time. I didn't know how long I could stay this close to him without losing my mind and I'm sure he knew it.

His grip loosened, slightly giving me room to breath semi normally. My eyes fluttered as I felt his warm hands leave my hips, stroking my bare arms. "I've missed you."

His words made my heart drop into my stomach, making me remember the feeling I felt when I was left alone at, Per Se waiting for him like a freaking idiot. "I'm sure you have," I spoke bitterly, pushing him away from me and skating away.

"Dallas," he called after me as he followed.

"No, Harry, I don't want to talk to you, I'm playing." I mentally slapped myself for sounding like a little kid, though it was true.