Nobody Compares to You ( Harry Styles Fanfic )

Chapter 17

When I woke up he wasn’t there. I stretched out as much as I could letting out an extended yawn. My head hurt like hell. It was pounding against my skull; I gripped my head pushing against my forehead. I rubbed my temples as I walk to the kitchen to get so Ibuprofen. I carefully step around the glass making sure not to cut my feet. I let out a loud sigh as I search the cabinet. I swish down four pills with water. I grip the glass tightly looking around at my mess. Dried liquor covers the walls and glass is scattered across the floor. I tap my foot trying to think of a way to clean up without killing myself. I don’t know when my parents will be home so I should probably start cleaning ASAP. I squat down looking under the sink for a scrubbing brush. I also grab some soap, I carefully step around the glass and got the wall. I get on my knees, with the scrubbing brush and push back the shattered pieces. My hand furiously scrubs the wall trying to get the stains off. No process is happening and I groan loudly. My hand picks up pace and I start to sob as I scrub hard. My emotions take the best of me and I feel so exhausted and I just drop everything and bury my face into my hands sobbing.

          I throw my head back and catch my breath. My fingers fumble to my wrist as I tie my hair out of my face. I let out a sigh pushing my body up. I grab a broom and work on sweeping the glass.

          I really wish Harry was here. I don’t know why he didn’t just stay when I need him. The image of his lips against mine played in my mind. I’m just so confused about everything and everyone. Does he do this often? How am I supposed to know? Did I say something to make him leave? I let out a loud growl and decide it is clean enough.

I sprinted up the stairs and shimmy into some grey sweats and an ombre blue t-shirt. I keep my hair tied up and don’t bother with makeup. I rush down the stairs and stalk to the fridge. I’m really hungry. My eyes search the shelves to find no milk. Great. I scribble down a note and leave the house.

          I start the car and pull out. I start to drive around looking for a store because dammit I don’t know where anything is. I pull over and dial in Harry’s number. It sucks to feel that he is the only one to call.

“Hello?” the deep voice answers causing me to smile without thinking.

“Yeah…um… I’m kind of lost.” I half laugh.

“Don’t worry babe, where are you?”

“I’m trying to find a grocery store.”

“Oh there is one walking distance from your house. Just go to the end of the street and go across the crosswalk and then straight” he explains and I let out a big sigh.

“What?” he questions.

“Nothing. I just drove around for like 40 minutes” I say, hearing him laugh in the background.

“Just go back to the house and I’ll walk you there” he says hanging up. I then turn around back to my house.

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          I sit on the porch step playing with my fingers. I look up once in awhile, searching for him. Eventually he walks up.

“Hey lost puppy.” He comments smirking at me.

“Not funny.” I say trying not to laugh and keep a straight face. He slings his arm around my waist and pulls me down the sidewalk.

          I can’t help but admire who great he looks today. Well everyday he looks great but today he is wearing a red flannel shirt and it is driving me nuts. He has several buttons lose and it exposes his beautiful chest. His usually black skin jeans fit perfect, and brown old boots are on his feet. His hair is pushed back in a side quiff and his lips look plump and more colored. He catches my gaze and I look away blushing. He just chuckles and pulls me closer.