Pain: Her (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6

Who knew he was like that? Maybe I had been wrong, maybe he wasn't a dangerous guy and maybe he wasn't 'bad news.' I kept telling myself. He genuinely seemed to have cared for me and the way his arms wrapped around my body made me want to stay like that forever. He rubbed my back and rested his chin on top of my head and allowed me to cry against his chest.

But I couldn't do it. It had only been two months since Liam and I broke up and I was still not fully healed , I didn't think I ever would be "fully healed" and I wasn't ready to be with anyone...not yet at least. I wasn't going to put myself through that again. I was already liking Harry even though I keep telling myself not to, and the more he touched me and was around me the more I wanted and I felt weak for liking him so easily. I only knew Harry for a week and I refused to fall for him. I refused to give up and break my strenght for a guy. I knew better; or so at least that's what I thought.

He began to rock me back and forth as I cried into his chest. He rested his cheek ontop of my head and told me to 'let it out.' I wanted to pull away, God..did I want to pull away but I couldn't. I couldn't because I liked it..I liked it a lot. I liked how strong his embrace was, I liked how he defended me and stuck up to Liam.

I had to stop thinking like that.

I unwrapped my arms from around his body and stepped back but I wanted to to back in so badly.

"Better?" He asked searching my eyes for some sign of stability. I allowed my head to fall and closed my eyes, not bothering to wipe the tears off my face

"Yeah." I replied at a whisper.

"Everything you said back there, it was true?" It was obvious he was trying to be cautious and not say something wrong.

"Of course it was," I snapped. I didn't mean to sound so harsh or loud it was just a stupid question to ask, why would I have lied about everything?

He uncomfortably rubbed the back of his neck abs jaw obviously unaware or what to do. I didn't mean to make him feel bad or anything I was just emotional. I stared at him and noticed a sudden change. He went from looking concerned to regretful? Like he didn't except himself to do what he did and quickly regretted it.

I wiped the tears from my cheek and fixed my shirt.

"So, um..thank you for helping me." He nodded and sucked his lips together as I looked away awkwardly. I dropped my books when he hugged me and I bent down to pick it up and he immediately went down to help me. He silently gathered a few notebooks and handed them to me, placing his hands in his pockets and biting his bottom lip.

"I stained your shirt." I pointed out. He looked down at it and pulled the fabric from his skin to get a better look. He saw my mascara stains and lightly laughed.

"Oh, yeah. Don't worry about it." He shrugged. I smiled and opened the door, swinging it open and stepping out of the stair well. I held the door open with my hand and looked back at him and gave him a small smile before heading out.

The day went by pretty well. The only thing that got me through it was the fact that it was Friday. I ran into Mr. Crossmen a few times but chose to ignore him to save myself the sympathy shit speech he always gave me.

"Oh Alee you should've told me this..."

"Why didn't you just talk to me Alee?"

"Alee, maybe you should see a counselor."

He would have been the one to suggest something like that. I didn't need a counselor and I didn't need help. I was perfectly capable of putting myself back together. I would have rather it that taken a long time than to have rushed it and have myself fall apart again.