Resistance (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1: "I'm tired, Harry."

A/N: This is for a friend because I promised her and not only for her but for all you pretty Harry girls out there!! This may not be the best I have to offer you but I'm working on it!! All I ask is a chance and some patience!! Thanks and ily :)

Aishwarya's POV

I woke up in the morning feeling queasy and troubled. Past few days have been wearisome and I wish for nothing but escape.

Harry and I have been fighting our asses off at each other and I am just tired. The oppression his harsh words put me through is too much for my fragile body to manage. But that does not stop me from swearing at him either. We keep bickering at petty things. This happens a lot these days that I tend to forget what it was we were shouting at each other for. We did, last night too.

So we ended up sleeping in different beds. Me in our room, on the double bed and him mostly on the couch. When I woke up in the morning for my usual extra strong black coffee, he had already left for work because for the last few days, he has been spending a lot of time with the lads at the studio. The constant arguing has left us both worn out and is slowly gnawing at our relationship. The ground it stood on initially, is not as strong and I sometimes I cannot help but feel empty.

The point is I still love him but I think he is not reciprocating. He does not feel the same way I do and its killing me inside wishing to find solution to make it all better.

After all the cleaning was done I came to sit in the backyard. Today, like all other days in London, the sky is dark and looks like it might rain.

I made myself another cup of hot steaming coffee and sat on the white wooden chair thinking about Harry and our relationship. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I'm not saying this because he is in a famous boyband. I say this because he understands me and we fit perfectly, no matter how cliché that sounds.

I got so consumed into my thoughts that before I realised I started crying. It was beyond my control. I hated to see our relationship and our love fail like that, crumble to pieces right in front my eyes and sadly there wasn't anything I could do about it. Maybe just sit there and watch.

The downpour rapidly increased as the drizzle turned to heavy shower, but I didn't move an inch. I just remain perched on the hard bench, lifeless as the cold rain drops splattered onto my face mixing with my own salty drops. This was much better, crying like this. I bet nobody could even tell I was crying.

Time didn't seem to pass at all and I felt I had been crying for ever until I heard a voice call me.

"Aishu?"

I simply closed my eyes as I recognised the owner.

"Aishu?" Harry called again when I didn't listen to him the first time. Even after being exhausted and frail I decided to test his patience and not reply. Why did he care anyway?

I opened my eyes but still refused to turn around and face him, while he stood on the back porch of our house and me facing away, in the backyard. Hearing the sound of sloppy footsteps and a tap on my shoulder I quickly stood up.

"Are you stupid? Do wanna catch a cold or something? Lets go inside," he sounded mad and grabbed my wrist to pull me.

"I'm tired, Harry," I sighed. He wore his typical plain white v neck tee and super skinny jeans with matching boots. The rain falling on his face had matted his brown curly hair which looked darker than they actually are. I yanked my arm out of his grip tiredly as his eyes grew big with disbelief.

"What do you mean you're tired?" He said as a look of perplexity registered on his beautiful features and he pressed his thin pink lips together as if he had clenched his jaw.