Confusing and Wrong [ Harry Styles ]

Chapter 6

"Y-you don't know?" I say in disbelief. He doesn't know why he bullies me? He's been doing it for 5 years and he doesn't have a god damned reason?! I can't believe this.

"Well I guess I've had my reasons to.." He says playing with his hands.

"Yeah? And what were those?" I spit glaring at him.

He looks up at me with an apologetic expression before looking at his hands again.

"I-I don't know. You were just always so different from everyone. You would just sit by yourself or with that friend of yours with your music blaring not giving a care in the world. I just saw you as an easy target I guess.." He explains not daring to look up at me.

An easy target? Because I didn't have 20 'friends' by my side every waking hour of the day? I never wanted many friends anyways because that just means more bullshit to deal with and I already have a boat load of that.

I look away from him and out the window pulling my knees to my chest.

"Acelyn I'm sorry for putting you through all this. I know you probably won't forgive me after all these years, but I just want you to know that I regret everything I did to you. You didn't deserve any of it. You were being you and I couldn't except that you were different. But I do now and I like it. I'm sorry." He admits. He sounds genuinely sorry but I can't just forgive him that easily. Not after that much pain and countless hours of crying over him making my life hell.

I reach my hand up to pull the elastic from my hair letting it fall down.

"ACELYN WHAT THE HELL!" I hear Harry shout and he grabs my wrist.

Fuck. I forgot about my bare wrist.

I tug it back into me trying to cover them up, but it's no use since he has already seen them.

"It's nothing." I tell him trying to drop the subject.

"Acelyn you have scars from cutting! It's not nothing! Why would you do this?!" His face is full of concern as he tries to grab my wrist again. I pull away and jump from the window seat walking into the darkness of my room.

"Acelyn! Tell me. Please. Why did you do this to yourself?" He pleads.

I turn around to see his silhouette climbing off the window seat as well.

"Why? Why?! Well maybe it was because I certain someone like yourself made sure I never had any friends and always found a way to make me feel like shit!" I shout at him. My breathing is heavy and my hands are balled into fists as I stalk over to him.

"Maybe," I say shoving at his chest. "Maybe it's because I wake up every morning terrified of how the world will shit on me today!"

I shove his chest again only harder making him stumble back but he catches his balance before he can fall.

"Maybe it's because my best friend is moving thousands of miles away from me so I have no one left except for my fucking mother!" My voice cracks and I'm on the verge of tears.

I shove him one last time and back away from him.

"Maybe. It's because I feel so fucking lost and alone I don't know what do to with myself." I say quietly letting the tears roll down my cheeks.

"Acelyn.." He says softly, slowly walking towards me.

I don't move which only encourages him to keep walking to me. I gasp for a breath because of my crying and he reaches out his arms enfolding me in a close embrace. I let my arms dangle at my sides as I cry into his naked chest. I know I should be shoving him away and telling him to fuck off, but I just can't find the strength to do it. It feels good being his arms and I have no idea why.

"I'm sorry Acelyn. I'm so so so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking putting you through that. Hell, putting anyone through that. No one deserves it, especially not you." I don't say anything as he rocks me back and forth soothing me and my cries.

"Do you want anything? Water? A Kleenex? Tell me and I'll get it." He says looking down at me.

I mumble I quiet 'no' keeping my head on his chest as the rhythm of his heart beat calms my down.

"I-I just want to go to bed" I say in a small voice looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"Alright. You can have your bed and I'll take the air mattress" He says quietly, leading me over to my bed.

I hop up and get under the fluffy comforter squirming around till I get comfortable. I close my eyes and hear Harry trying to get comfortable on the single mattress. I hear him toss and turn multiple times until it stops, but it only lasts a couple seconds until he starts moving around again.

I open my eyes and chuckle at the sight of him. He is much larger than the bed so his feet hang out the end making him pull the blanket down to his feet but when he goes to lay down again, it shoots right back up his legs. He huffs and pushes the blanket off curling into a little ball on his side giving up.

I sigh knowing I shouldn't, but I feel bad letting him freeze on that uncomfortable little bed.

"Harry?" He turns around quickly looking at me.

"Is everything ok?" He questions. I chuckle at his concerned tone and he shoots me a confused look but brushes it off.

"You look really uncomfortable on that mattress. You can uh, come in here if you want?" I say quietly looking down to play with a loose thread on the blanket waiting for his answer.

"Are you sure. Would you feel comfortable with that?" He questions me.

"I don't care. This bed is big enough for 3 people and it's way more comfortable than that thing" I tell him.

"Well if you're alright with it"

"Yeah."

I hear him move off the mattress making a squishing noise from the plastic rubbing together, and him shuffling across the floor.

I feel the bed dip to the left of me and my stomach flips.

Why does this happen every time he comes near me? I can't like him. He might be my step brother if my mom and Ben keep their relationship going and plus he bullied me. A relationship with him would not be the best thing to get involved with.

I hear light snores coming from his partially opened lips. I look over at him and can't help but 'aw'. His usually tamed curls are scattered around his head and his eyes are softly fluttering, most likely because of a dream he is having.

I roll over and looking at the clock which reads 3:37a.m. I close my eyes feeling extremely tired.

Just as I am about to fall asleep, the bed shifts and I feel arms wrap around my waist and legs trying to entangle with mine, holding me close.

I don't know what to do because I don't want to wake him up so I decide to just leave it.

I fall asleep smiling with the feeling of his curls brushing my neck and his quiet snores invading my ears.

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