Drive. - Harry Styles

Chapter Six

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I looked at him with panic, my mind rushing to the first excuse I could think of. "It-it was my cat." I stumbled, It was probably the biggest bullshit excuse I could find, but right now I needed something, anything. "So your cat scratched you, on your wrists, and only your wrists?" I knew he wouldn't believe it. Nobody would. "I'm going to go to sleep." I said whilst walking to his bedroom, attempting to try and push the touchy subject away. I peeled back the covers and climbed in, the sheets were cold against my bare skin. The door creaked open while a beam of light crept in, a curly haired boy's head popped in. 

"I-I was just grabbing a blanket" he smirked while I pulled the duvet over my head, covering my face from the light. "Goodnight, beautiful." He whispered while closing the door. 

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I woke up to a crash coming from the living room, my body jolted upwards. I pulled the sheets back and crept to the door, my hand caressed the handle pulling it open. I heard yelling, I wasn't in Harry's home anymore. My feet slowly stepped down the stairs, I saw my father throwing china against the brick wall in our living room, I jumped as the glass shattered against the hard substance. My father turned around to see my trembling body staring at him, he grabbed another plate and walked towards me. "Dad," I yelped. "Don't. No please!" I yelled while running upstairs. "Get the fuck down here now you little bitch!" He screamed while running up the stairs behind me. I screamed as everything went black. I found myself lying down in a dark room, "Harry!" I screamed, I was too afraid to open my eyes. I continued to scream and shake as I felt a strong arm grab me. "Meredith!" A voice yelled, "No, no!" I screamed, the strong arm lifted me up as I opened my eyes. Harry. He sat himself on the floor with me in his arms, he silently shushed me while I wrapped my hands around him in fear. "It was just a nightmare, shh baby" he whispered while his hand ran up and down my back. I squeezed my eyes closed while holding him tighter while he did the same. "It-It was my father." I said against the warmth of his chest. "He was angry," I said as a tear ran down my left cheek, he kissed it away. "It's okay, I'm here." He said. 

"Please sleep with me," I quietly asked, 

"If thats what you want, of course." He said while gently placing me on the comfort of his bed. He walked over to the other side and sunk in beside me. I turned over and placed my head on his chest, he wrapped his arm around me as I closed my eyes. I was starting to, feel something with Harry. Which I both loved and hated. 

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I woke up too a snoozing boy holding me, I smiled. I couldn't help but notice all his features, and the beautiful things that come along with them. His eyelashes were long and thick, they fluttered a bit as I could tell he was dreaming. I pondered around the question of what he was dreaming about. I pulled away attempting to get up, he grunted and pulled me closer. "Mere" he mumbled as he furrowed his eyebrows. I decided to go along with his wishes as he lightly kissed my forehead. I wasn't sure what state the two of us were in, but I liked it. The atmosphere was comfortable, I attempted to pull away but once again the adorable boy next to me wouldn't bulge from his tight hold. "Harry, please." I begged as he sighed and let go, turning around and replacing me with a pillow. I quietly got up and padded to the kitchen, it was still dark outside being because it wasn't even 5:30 yet. I usually get up early, I am not really sure why though. The room was a soft orange, the only light coming from a small plug in near the counter. I flicked on the ceiling light and walked over to the sink, I washed a few different berries and plopped them in a small bowl of yogurt. I sat down on his red sofa while clicking threw the channels, I stopped on some saturday morning cartoons and dug into my yogurt.