Dangerously In Love (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) - ON HOLD

Chapter 17

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Harry's P.O.V 

My heart almost jumped out of its own territory when I heard those words leave her perfect mouth. Times like these, I tend to judge people, I always end up thinking that they're being sympathetic but when she said it, she said it like she meant it. She didn't hate me and it was quite...blissful? 

Ah, a new word. My subconscious mocks me. 

Paige's face is not letting me in on any of her emotions, not even one. This is not really good; I would want to know what really is she thinking right now and if she's still mad at me for carrying the scotch into her house or about getting into a fight. But, the fight wasn't my fault, not this time. I can be sure as hell that Niall is going to get it all back; I won't spare a single bone inside his body for this.  

He should bloody thank his lucky stars that I was drunk and I didn't have the energy or the senses to fight him back, but I'm pretty sure he already knew that.  

"Harry?", I've been so busy with my thoughts that I almost forgot about me sitting in therapy right now. 

I look up at Paige, letting out a sigh, "It wasn't my fault." 

Sure, it wasn't. My subconscious won't let me talk to Paige and I can't help but roll my eyes at him. 

"The fight or getting drunk part?", she obviously sounds really mad but I can't help but roll my eyes. 

Paige gets off the couch and starts to pace around, "Because I'm sure no one held your mouth and poured the whole bottle inside of it and then you have the guts to carry another one to therapy, really?", she turns to me with her hands over her hips. 

My subconscious claps at her support of sarcasm and I chew on the inside of my cheek in an attempt to shut myself up. 

I sigh, running a hand through my hair, "Paige, I didn't plan to come here. I thought, I'd have a drink or a few and go back home...to Ted." 

She shakes her head, not believing a single word of mine, she looks up at me again and throws her hands in the air. The next thing I know is that she left the lobby probably went to get me a glass of water. I don't know if I should be worried because a part of me feels like she's going to throw the water over my face. I flinch at that thought, shoving them all away. 

Paige gets back with a familiar box and I realize that she went to bring the first aid kit. I smile at her as she rolled her eyes, trying to throw me her infamous attitude. I almost want to laugh but I know that doing that here is going to put me into deeper shit. I gulp as she sits next to me and my body leans away from her. 

Paige raises her eyebrows at me and I look at the floor, she cleans the wounds from the edge of my mouth and this time a little violently but I don't let her know that it's hurting.  

She sighs, "Does it hurt?", she is being gentle with the cleaning again. 

Hell yes. My subconscious is on the verge of crying. 

I chuckle, "Nah, not really." 

I'm so used to it, this is me now. This is what I do and it's probably what I will keep doing for the rest of my fucking life. I don't want to go back home to Ted and I'm so screwed up if I don't. So, I stand in between the lines, letting myself walk to therapy to burn as much time as I could.