Butterflies (A Harry Styles Love Story) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 6 - Left Feeling Confused

“Go and take a shower, I’ll be out here when you done,” Harry said, passing me two towels and my pjs. I grabbed some underwear and scurried into the bathroom, making sure the door was locked I stripped myself of all my clothes and turned on the shower, stepping inside I allowed the warm water to pound over me, refreshing me. However the events of this evening kept replaying in my mind.

Harry’s POV

What the fuck was I doing? I shouldn’t be waiting here. I shouldn’t have even got involved in the first place. I ran my hands through my hair, tugging at the roots, weighing up whether I should leave or keep my promise and stay. Jennifer’s ringtone shook my from my thoughts, I checked the caller ID, Adam. I didn’t have a clue who he was but maybe he could offer Jennifer support instead of me?

“Hello?” I said, accepting the call and pressing the phone to my ear.

“Who is this” the guy on the other end, who I assumed to be Adam said.

“Harry, a friend of Jennifer’s,” I responded, sighing a little.

“Why the hell are you on her phone?” He said, sounding frustrated and anger laced in his tone.

“She’s just in the shower at the moment, she’s not having a good night this evening,” I said.

“What? What’s happened?” Adam asked, all anger gone and instead his tone was full of concern. And with that I told him what had happened. It turned out Adam was her boyfriend, so, asking him to come down to the uni I grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair which sat in front of Jennifer’s desk and made myself scarce.

Jennifer’s POV

I had long since come out of the shower. I had long since found that Harry was nowhere to be seen. I had long since lost any trust I had built up with harry over the course of this evening. I was almost asleep, Ed Sheeran – my favourite singer – was playing quietly from y iPod dock, singing me to sleep. There was a gentle knock at the door. I couldn’t be bothered t answer it, but they were persistent, each time the knocks got louder. I groaned as I dragged myself from the cosy comforts of my bed, pulling open the door I was shocked to see Adam stood there. His hair dishevelled, a brown t-shirt and navy jeans hung loosely on him as he wrapped his arms around me. I squirmed from his grip.

“Get off me,” I said. His mouth hung open as his arms dropped to his side.

“What? Look Jennifer I was told what happened are you-“ I felt sick, Harry must have told him. I squeezed my eyes closed, somehow hoping it would drown Adam out. But it didn’t, so I interrupted him instead.

“What gives you the right to come in here, offering me comfort when you cheated on me? And don’t say you didn’t Adam, I know you did, I heard you okay. I just want you out of my life. I’ve extended my studies, I’ve made new friends. Just leave.” I said harshly, trying to close the door on him, his foot prevented me from being able to.

“Look I’m sorry, I was missing you, I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t have you next to me,” he persisted. I rolled my eyes and flung the door open again.

“No Adam, don’t make me feel guilty for leaving, this is my dream, you could’ve called me if you had missed me. You haven’t called me at all in over a week so don’t try and put the blame onto me. You caused this and I’ve moved on so please just leave.” I closed the door in his face and crawled back into my bed. It surprised me how quickly I fell asleep, perhaps I felt more relaxed with my cheat of a boyfriend out of the picture.

“Wait so Harry just disappeared?” Liam asked me as we sat in the local Starbucks. I nodded and, placing his drink onto the table, Liam sighed. “I wish I knew what went on inside that boys head sometimes,” Liam said quietly, swiping his index finger through the cream on top of his hot chocolate before sucking it off.

“He was just being so nice to me, after what happened at the pub, like he got the guy to leave me alone and then took the cab back to uni with me, but when I came out the shower he was gone.” I explained, Liam ran a hand through his hair.

“Hmm it’s strange it really is, I’ll have a word with him next time, he can’t make promises that he can’t keep, especially when you were feeling like you were at the time,” Liam replied, sipping his drink.

“I saw a picture of him in Niall’s room, he’s changed completely,” I pressed, hoping Liam would explain maybe just a little why the drastic transformation.

“He used to be a good guy, he still is. But in the past couple of years a lot has happened. He may seem scary but he’s just overprotective. He’s overprotective of every girl, whether he’s close to them or not, he will never let any guy lay a hand on a girl, not anymore. His intentions are all good, he just deals with guys in all the wrong ways – when he gets into a fight, no one can stop him without physically restraining him.” Liam said, it was clear to me that this was a touchy subject with both Liam and Niall. But I couldn’t help think of the other day, when Harry told me to stay in the alley, he wasn’t restrained then, but he didn’t beat the guy up. Sure he threw him a punch, but that was to help me, when he went back to shout at the man, he let him get away.

If everything that Liam was saying was true, why did he let him get away?

I didn’t know whether to be flattered that he came back to me so quickly or to be insulted that perhaps he didn’t see me as worthy enough of picking a fight over.